Blogging Newbie

Well hello, here I am learning how to Blog. God only knows why, it seems the faster I run to keep up the futher I fall behind; 21st Century living is not for the faint of heart nor the non techies! But I aim to refresh my technology skills! Perhaps, if nothing else it will stave off a sedentary brain and inactive fingers! I am certainly learning new things and if that keeps one young, well it will be good for me. Not to mention possible job security - nope probably not, but one can hope.

The problem so far with blogging, that I can see is that like much of the internet it feels private. I am typing away, thoughts are flowing and out they come. But unlike journaling - with which I am familiar, this will be "published" with the flick of a click and snap - public. Now grantted who in their right mind would find the meanderings of my absent mind interesting...good grief. In anoniminity there is safety - perhaps. But it is a blurring of bounderies and what is fit for public consumption and what should remain private. My mother's admonision of dirty laundry not being aired in public seems far away and quaint. What would you blog mom? Recipes, hints from Heloise? Or would it be "Peyton Place" pot boilers, I wonder? Well I will blog and we shall see what comes evolves. At this point I feel rather silly. But here goes, "hello" cyber world.

I have learned one thing so far about blogging. If I go looking for the spell check button I am apt to loose the whole darn thing and never find it again. So much for yesteday's 45 minute blog. Oh I assure you it was lovely, lyrical and completely irreplaceable. Once it was lost it was beyond resurrecting. I've never lost a journal entry. I like good old paper and pen, but the keyboard typing does keep better pace with my thoughts. But even for the ease of convenience, I prefer the more leisurly pace of actual writing on paper, seated under a spring cherry tree in full bloom, hidden thoughts and ink smudged pages, an absent minded scribble and doodle hiding in the corner, to be dashed off, poetry, deep thoughts, a love note or even a "to do" list - and then tucked in a book. It falls out years later and suddenly you are transported back in time to that exact moment, caught in the emotion and smelling the soft fragrance of cherry blossoms and the young boy who stole a kiss as he hurried past off to class. The memory caught in time and words. Something I can never see a computer capturing. Who ever heard of a leather, hand tooled lap top? Now a book, a journal is something else again. If only the ease and quickness of keyboarding came with them - the best of both worlds.