They said “more”.. So, this will be maybe an early post on compliments. Yesterday I think I offended someone after searching “criticism” among recent blog postings, and reading their blog post (or actually, about 1/3 of it.. Including the last section…. Maybe you should know that for me “tl:dr” is about the long text message length limit.. Anyway, I had some criticism (somewhat nit picky little thing with one shaky foot in physics (which is the thing I am allegedly competent to wibble on about.. bein’ a bsc innit babe))… which, in the spirit of communication, I decided to write out nice and at great pains (phone-writing)… Anyway, it got deleted.. So, erm.. Well this will just have to be another story without a moral, because.
… or, maybe I can improve it… Edit the blog post without indulging my drop it on the floor and go and do something else-side (note this is literally very not much like me, re physical things on hard floors, anyway…
I just don’t like compliments. For a jiffy it’s kind of nice, but I can feel myself careening off into some Emperor’s New Clothes thing.. I’m also victim to some worry that my ears are flashing red or maybe worse with pride maybe… But also, I don’t think it helps.. I don’t trust people to say honestly (or even, to be able to express at all) what they like about something.. When I try to do it, the echo (or trace) of what I said, I think if it was a perfectly formed compliment, the best that can be hoped for in the long run is a dampening of the good to zero… Maybe I’ve changed my mind.. Better post then reread to rethink and edit…
Here’s a more typical kind of pic.. Think I’d like to make a run of tiles with various natural-world patterns.. Kind of – George’s Marvelous Collage.. ya can’t go wrong with collage.. Hmm. Not that this is best, perspective of round tree trunk I think works against the nice pattern aspect of this one, but.. One of the most recent photos (and hence, easiest to find) photos of graphical interest.
Not really my usual kind of photography (usually patterns.. Icon is an unclean coffee cup) – but just thinking could do with a bit of cheeriness.. So, ave this pic from last week.. Think it’s a honey fungus (clump of their fruiting bodies) half way up a non dead tree.. And, you should know that I’m rather more confident that this is a tree, than I am that this is honey fungus and (more importantly) : that it is not deadly poisonous.. So I mean like.. Do not eat this picture (producing.. Technology device. Anyway, say hello to my little mushroom
So, I don’t think I’m gonna get much inspiration by rereading the title of the post I’m trying to write.. Maybe I should have a subtitle. Too much for now, though.. What was it I opened the WordPress app for, 10 mins ago (and when he got there, the blogpost activity stats count thingy.. was bare.. guess that’s why I can’t connect with whatever gem it was (whatever broken bit of costume jewellery, whatever plastic crystal.. Maybe I should be rereading the earlier posts, reconnect with the self loathing, and then can like just deslime it in front of you.. Sounds good?
Well, I’m not sure this is the second post.. I made an edit or 2 on the earlier post, and deleted a few little posts (postlets)…. but, or anyway (both much overused words) – I’m thinking about making some kind of resolution not to delete posts, or not to do so too lightly.. Or, maybe merely starting to name posts as some kind of cementing of the posts inside an ordering that will maybe make deletion or editing too much hassle.. Too costly.. The idea is that I like having to explain myself, so having a post sitting there (in real cyber space) calling to me that its wrongness, its want of attention.. Like, let the answer to that be to write a new post to explain or simlar.. That’s the idea!
So, like.. Let’s call this “second post” – and see where it gets us.. I mean, me.
I guess (or I suppose) I should write something.. I dunno.. Why start a blog – basically, I don’t know. Or, well that’s not quite true.. But I’m not sure how to start a blog. I’ve been talking about it for far too long, and I have often worried it might have just turned into a nice idea, to talk about and stuff.. But here we are.
I’ve been thinking about writing for a few years, and basically I think I’ve got a lot of stuff that’s been neither written down nor said (not enough has been said, for one thing).. And basically (yes, I do like well overuse “basically”) – basically it’s becoming more or less impossible to have a conversation with anyone, basically because it’s too late for that, the stuff I’ve been hoping to talk about has just ballooned and now what remains is to write, for now. It’s that or a mine field of story triggers quite filling idea space. Heavy, over misused metaphors no doubt. Badly placed commas as well.
