Saint Patrick's Eve
I got an email of some kind - SPAM, ham, whatever - that lead me to a column by a blogger who asked the question: “how often should a blogger post?” and he answered, well, one long (a thousand words or so) posting daily with a couple of, you know, shorter pieces for filler. Wholly shit. A thousand words a day? With a couple of hundred word fillers?
You're lucky to get fifty words out in an evening.
And sometimes it's like passing rocks (not that I know anything about passing rocks). Better, I think, to remain a journaler, someone who posts when he's able; bitches about this and bitches about that, runs a couple of pictures of his cat and says nothing requiring thinking leaving the serious stuff to the bloggers. Bitching nicely, you understand: rhythm and rhyme and impossibly cute kitty cat pictures.
Saint Patrick's Day today, many shades of green walking around on the streets of Oakland. I'm due to go to an Irish pub this evening somewhere east of here to hear a Celtic band that includes one of my rowdy friends on various instruments. Not sure I should be driving to an Irish pub on Saint Patrick's Eve.