Monday 26 October 2009
It's been a while...
This blog is not about that - though in some ways it is. As I avidly log on each day to see if she has posted - highly unlikely as she is currently living in a mud hut in the jungle - it occurs to me that perhaps she would like to hear more about what is going on back home.
Rather than set up a separate blog (though Back Home does have a certain ring to it n'est pas?) I decided to revisit this one that has lain empty and neglected for several months now.
I logged on this morning and took a few moments to re-read the posts. The initial burst of enthusiasm, the daily offerings even - what happened that it all stopped so soon?!
That's perhaps for another day. Meanwhile I have decided to keep Looking for Linda updated with some of the minutiae of daily life here Chez Anderson, at the same time not straying too far from its original intentions.
Perhaps there is a certain irony in that it may be whilst my daughter is away that she gets the deepest insight into her mummy's mind!
I'll give it a few posts before I send her the URL. Meanwhile for now here is a lovely photo taken at the party we had for Rachie just before she left on her Big Adventure...
Tuesday 12 May 2009
Change your World
I work on a youth volunteering programme. Our tagline is "Your platform to change your world..."
Whatever the name we choose, whatever the outcome, we hope to launch or at least display at Greenbelt and tour nationally in the Autumn - big happy news :-)
But your patience has to pay
And it can't be soon enough
And if I could have my way
I would change your world
I'd change it right away
And you're tired of chasing love
‘Cos it never seems to stay
And it can't be soon enough
And if I could have my way
I would change your world
I'd change it right away
Saturday 9 May 2009
Had to share this....
Passions
Thursday 7 May 2009
Blogging
Was thinking just before... blogging is not journalling. And not just because journals tend to be personal-for-your-eyes-only type documents. Blogging isn't - well for this author anyway - anything to do with documenting what happened today. It's more to do with reflection - perhaps on the incidents of today but perhaps on something else, something completely random.
Which can make it easier - or harder - to know what to blog about. The day may throw up a number of things to inspire an entry. Or it may not. Or it may throw up a billion things you want to write about but you feel scared of even starting...
Wednesday 6 May 2009
I subscribe to these cartoons. Some days they are pure genius. Some days they capture exactly the mood of where I am at. Some days they are just sooooh true. Some days they make me smile.
Today's did all of those things. Captured in its entirety exactly how I am feeling about this whole blogging malarky. Who on earth is interested in my opinions? Am I not just writing this for my own benefit? If that is the case does it really matter - is there not a value in that of itself?
Of course I know that there is one person out there reading this - and in the immortal words of Carly Simon ... You're probably right :-)
Monday 4 May 2009
I'm no Bridget Jones
I'm guessing the novelty will wear off. A bit like it used to on or around the second week of January when as a teenager we'd vowed to keep a diary. I've a fair number of those squirreled away - the first pristine sheets covered in the neatest handwriting as every event, meal, thought was recorded in absolute detail. After a few days there is less detail until that fateful day when there is no entry. In all likelihood there will have been a frantic attempt to catch up at some point but it is obvious from the factual state of the entries "went into town with Susan" "had egg and chips for tea" that this was written at a later date. The essence and the joy of a diary or journal is surely capturing the immediacy of the experience whilst the emotion is still fresh.
There's a place for reflection too of course. Perhaps even more so in a blog rather than a diary? None of us would ever have dreamt that our teenage diaries would be read by anyone but ourselves. Nightmares perhaps that our mothers may find them... But here in blogland we are asking, inviting, others to join the journey, engage and comment. So we - well certainly I - feel the need to say something profound. Or at the very least a little bit interesting. All part of the showing off perhaps…?
Which leads to today's thought for the day I suppose. Someone else is reading my blog. I know because they told me. They haven't commented yet - and I look forward to them doing so with a measure of nervousness and excitement. I am hardly Samuel Pepys, and wouldn't dare to compare myself with Bridget
Will the knowledge that they may recognise characters in the story – who may very well actually be real people living or dead – change the way in which I write about them?
Someone else will be weighing my words, considering my opinions, engaging, judging, arguing maybe. Should that – need that – influence what is written here? We shall see…
Sunday 3 May 2009
Warts and all...?
Saturday 2 May 2009
Hiding away on the slow train home
'Is this one for Paisley? Oh you've got to help me'
(She used to work there a long time ago)
She'd spent 35 pounds on one pack of ciggies
Running an errand for him indoors
Then she kept running straight down to Leeds Central
Took Intercity and left her remorse
I'm looking out for Linda...
Never stop looking, never stop looking for Linda (x2)
I was looking at Linda, and Linda was pleased
She'd been fighting firewater all that day
She said 'me and drinking means only one thing'
Whispered that she was too polite to say
The train door was jammed but the time wasn't right
Some guy was holding her back from the window
I said 'a fine man' she said 'so arrogant!'
'I will decide when I go or I don't go'
I'm looking out for Linda in the rain
Never stop looking, never stop looking for Linda (x2)
I was kissing with Linda as Paisley came closer
She's wiser than alcohol, master of men
Such a connection is finer than true things
I'll always be looking for Linda again
I'm looking out for Linda in the rain
I'm looking out for Linda
Never stop looking, never stop looking for Linda (x2)