I've actually started writing a couple of blog entries, but haven't finished them for one reason or another. It seems like what I write on my blog tends to be very much something that is on my mind at a certain moment, and when that moment passes, it's very hard to return to it, which is probably why I still haven't finished my interrupted No Footprints in the Sand entry from a while back.
Anyway, I've still got my eye on the news and global warming, and still feel, in some ways, that everything else is irrelevant, that everything must stop until we've sorted this out. On the other hand, and I realise this may seem unhelpful to some people, I feel like there's nothing I can do about global warming apart from 'my bit', which I am, to some extent, doing, and that we'll cross the bridge of armageddon (or not) when we come to it. In other words, I didn't bloody-well invent the combustion engine or instigate the Industrial Revolution. I don't even like cars. I could quite happily live in a primitve arcadian world where we spend all our time tilling the land and playing music to each other round a bonfire roasting a wild boar that we have just caught in the nearby forest. I was born into this world when, in many ways, it was already too late. I might as well just try and make the most of my life.
I didn't even intend to write about global warming today, actually. I just meant to write a very silly, self-indulgent entry. Now I feel the need to get serious again and say stuff like, "That doesn't mean we should neglect our responsibilites" and so on, as if you couldn't work that out for yourself.
Heigh ho!
What I actually meant to write was that this site seemed to be malfunctioning earlier, and I couldn't get to my page by direct means, so I tried going via Google, by googling myself and clicking on the Google link, but I clicked on the Wikipedia link by mistake and discovered that someone has updated the article on me. Actually, it's not a fully-fledged article as yet, but what they call a stub:
Stubs are Wikipedia entries that have not received substantial attention from the editors of Wikipedia, and do not yet contain sufficient information on their subject matter. In other words, they are short or insufficient pieces of information and require additions to further increase Wikipedia's usefulness. The community values stubs as useful first steps toward complete articles. Anyone can complete a stub.
Anyway, I suppose it interested me just because I always assume that I'm an out-of-sight-out-of- mind sort of person, when actually my existence is also out there in the world, carrying on in the lives of other people without me even realising it. And this, of course, is the same for all of us. I wondered who first put the stub onto Wikipedia, and who updated it. The information, such as it is, is all correct. Is it someone I know? If so, no one has confessed as much to me. Whoever updated the thing has put a link to my blog here, so there's a reasonable chance they'll read this. So, if you are reading this, thanks for updating me, and I like your use of the word 'disambiguate'. Nice!
And the moral of the story? Well, if I'm going to attempt to elevate this entry beyond the realm of navel-gazing, I suppose it would be something along the lines of how we're all a part of each other's lives and that's all we've got until armageddon comes, which is very soon (probably). Do I have to spell it out?
I still don't really know what to do with this ego of mine, though.
I promise next time I'll write an entry that's not so navel-gazing.
By the way, there have been some cracking musical documentaries on telly recently. Has anyone seen the documentaries on Ian Dury, Stiff Records, The Fall and British folk music?
That’s pretty cool to have a Wikepedia entry. (secretly jealous :whistle:) Don’t let it go to your head though (or your navel) 😉 Ego’s the cause of the big problems in the world. Enjoy your moment and let it go. Oooohhhhmmmm.
Nah, don’t punish your ego…just smile and do your Sally Fields impersonation, “they like me they like me” and then move on to the next phase. :DOh, and I liked your comment on my blog about weeds. Reminds me of something a prof told me, when I told him I wanted to quit the program I was in…”Bloom where you’re planted”.
“Ego’s the cause of the big problems in the world. Enjoy your moment and let it go.”I know, but I also think it’s counter-productive to assume a stern headmasterly face and punish one’s ego. That, in itself, is ego. And we can begin to get into a very puritanical mindset.It’s a difficult balance, but I think I am very slowly getting the hang of it, which is not to say that I’m anywhere near being able to walk the tightrope yet.
I’m afraid I’m unfamiliar with Sally Field, but I’ve just found this on a site about Oscar acceptance speeches:Heartfelt
— Sally Field, Best Actress for “Places in the Heart,” after having won in 1980 for “Norma Rae”: “I haven’t had an orthodox career, and I’ve wanted more than anything to have your respect. The first time I didn’t feel it, but this time I feel it, and I can’t deny the fact that you like me, right now, you like me!” (1985)One of my favourite writers, Nagai Kafu, described poets as useless, poisonous weeds that keep springing up no matter how often they are cut down. I liked that.
Ha.
The Flower.The Weed.
By the way, is there anyone out there with the initials WL?
Thanks for the links to the poems. 🙂
That’s okay. I recently joined a poetry group, and we’ve been reading Elizabeth Bishop. So far, my favourite poem by her is In the Waiting Room, which is astonishingly good.Anyway, apparently she wrote The Weed as a kind of homage to George Herbert’s The Flower.
Oh, I must go to the library next week and find this poet.
Good, isn’t she?
Well, not that I’m a good poet like her, but I think when I do write poetry it takes a similiar form. Yeah, that’s my goal for next week. I’ll even splurge and go to the bookstore.