tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807994396764212014.post1799582139744192300..comments2023-10-14T08:37:11.192-07:00Comments on Round Circle: About The Blogging ExperienceSpadomanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17781369901345409341noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807994396764212014.post-49838873925139759952010-01-27T13:39:58.992-08:002010-01-27T13:39:58.992-08:00Hi Spadoman! I saw that you just posted on my blo...Hi Spadoman! I saw that you just posted on my blog about my blog giveaway and being unfamiliar with your blog, I clicked over. I am not sure how you landed at my blog, but welcome. I grew up in WI and from the looks of your most post - River Falls, we were practically neighbors. Small world, huh? Have a good day!Joy Beyond the Crosshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09418519519090894030noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807994396764212014.post-69715662315762718422010-01-16T05:36:38.449-08:002010-01-16T05:36:38.449-08:00Thanks for stopping susan... Your insight is unca...Thanks for stopping susan... Your insight is uncanny. I guess I never wondered where Shakespeare went to high school. You are absolutely correct, (as usual, don't ket that get around that I said that, okay?)<br /><br />I really enjoyed reading about how others view the blog experience.<br /><br />Peace to you and to all.Spadomanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17781369901345409341noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807994396764212014.post-81005908930858630812010-01-15T12:35:24.270-08:002010-01-15T12:35:24.270-08:00I've always thought that beyond the fundamenta...I've always thought that beyond the fundamentals of learning to read and write the rest is somewhat extraneous to requirements. The greatest philosophers, novelists, playwrights and poets weren't graduates of modern university style PhD programs in advanced literature. In fact, it's hard to imagine what kind of high school Shakespeare attended. Expressing oneself in writing involves a desire to communicate clearly and that's something best learned by reading. You've obviously spent a lot of time doing that and it shows in your wise reflections.susanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16747450215034568033noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807994396764212014.post-230840538329430942010-01-15T04:06:34.879-08:002010-01-15T04:06:34.879-08:00Wow, what thoughtful comments. I'm not sure wh...Wow, what thoughtful comments. I'm not sure what I was trying to say. When I went back yet again and read what I wrote, I had a hard time seeing any purpose. But it must have made some sense as your comments reflect my thoiughts better than the original piece.<br /><br />I, Like The View... Your analogies about the library and the coffee shop are perfect examples of reality and the reality of showing myself out here in blogworld. Thanks for the compliment about creativity. Very kind, but I really liked hearing about you. Thanks.<br /><br />Moderate... You're too kind Brother. Thanks for stopping by. I've been back at your blog lately. Good to see your posts on these pages.<br /><br />Mel... You get it, as usual. You said most of what I was trying to say. When you mentioned going to someone's blog and staying there and fooling around, I related to that. Maybe that was the thrust of this all along. I miss having that as I had it and now it seems gone. I miss that social aspect these days. The back and forth appeals to me. The thought just occurred to me that I think too much about it. I need to just do it and quit the analyzing!<br />Thanks so much for stopping by.<br /><br />Peace to all.Spadomanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17781369901345409341noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807994396764212014.post-42991887850463893492010-01-14T17:34:37.193-08:002010-01-14T17:34:37.193-08:00Wellllllllll... *wincing* I know I'm an odd ...Wellllllllll... *wincing* I know I'm an odd duck. (or penguin....or even some days a llama....LOL)<br /><br />Truth is--of course I write for me. When I entered into this adventure it was simply to have an identity with which to connect with some friends who'd left another place that had joined/bonded us. Bonded us is the right term....<br /><br />And I decided to use the weblog as a place for Mel to tell the truth to Mel. (I lie to myself quiet frequently...) And I'm the type of gal who simply needs to get stuff out of my head into black and white.<br />I do write like I talk (and boy have I heard that over and over again...)--cuz I'm telling it to me most times, talking to me....I sometimes bother to identify to whoever might stop by that day/moment that it's a 'finger to keyboard' kinda moment.<br />The majority is for me, about me, in spite of me...LOL<br /><br />But like ILTV--there's a social piece to it. Moreso for me when I take my cuppa coffee and plop over at her spot. I can play and kibbitz and doodle and dream and just BE and have a good time of it.<br /><br />I land places and cross paths--and there's this 'feel' that happens.<br />I know part of it is the words on the screen and what they're reflecting from the person behind that screen. I also know there's a 'feel'....a purposefulness to my landing there. Sooooo.....I go wander about in archives, I read...I mostly introduce myself and try to ask permission to remain.<br />k....sometimes I get pushy and greedy and fail to ask....<br /><br />(I do hope you don't mind that I've remainded, sir...)<br /><br />But I go back cuz.......<br /><br />I'm very, very, very clear that you, her, she--they....are living breathing real life people with thoughts and feelings and fears and ideas and joys abounding. To me, it's never simply about the words on the screen.<br />Hasn't been yet. I guess I'm just not made that way.<br />You're a part of my life. She's a part of my life.<br /><br />Yesterday himself woke up humming the llama song and wanted to know which child of hers (ILTV's) he was going to have to have words with. *laughing*<br />See--he's a piece of my life that started as 'words on a screen'. He 'gets' how HUGE this little deal is, how much a part of my life I let people become and how that gets transcended into something bigger than just words on a screen in my world...OUR world.....<br /><br />I've lost some people in this medium. Not through unexplained absenses, mind you--I guess I've been graced that way to date. If people move to something different they've been kind enough and have had enough of that 'connectedness' experience themselves that they've let me know what their driving force to exiting the world wide web was. But I miss their presence in my life through this medium...and I've grieved the loss it's made in my world.<br /><br />Good. Bad.<br />For me it's all good.<br />There are places I remain because I'm suppose to....and I've been graced with such connectedness that who wouldn't WANT to return for more, yaknow?!<br /><br />*laughing* I make up words. I have some of THE worst grammar on the world wide web.....I don't bother proof reading most of what I put up on the weblog. I'm so connected to others I'm graced to be in the presence of that it just doesn't matter! And ya know...that's such a loving wonderful thing.<br />Isn't that what loving without condition is about?<br /><br />*laughing* It's about not grading my poor grammar! Wait til I tell himself! (he who must correct my misuse of words cuz it makes him absolutely nutzoid....LOL)<br /><br />(((((( Spadoman ))))))))<br /><br />You just keep showing up.<br />That matters to THIS one, sir.<br /><br />Oh...and if you don't mind--I'd like to remain.<br /><br />*hugs*<br />Blessings to you and yours--always!!<br />*kicking the soapbox*<br /><br />SORRY!!!! :-)Melhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14408403855260279799noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807994396764212014.post-20103340999043284352010-01-14T09:16:01.453-08:002010-01-14T09:16:01.453-08:00okay...as you know, I'm a Maroon...so it takes...okay...as you know, I'm a Maroon...so it takes me a really long time to read all your words...even so, I've always enjoyed reading what you put down on the page...keep it up...Chuckhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17843721782049160584noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3807994396764212014.post-86011405622527576872010-01-14T05:12:02.728-08:002010-01-14T05:12:02.728-08:00for me blogging is a little like visiting a librar...for me blogging is a little like visiting a library - I'm not going to be interested in every fiction book on the shelves, some non-fiction subjects don't interest me (or I'm not clever enough to appreicate them for their true worth); if I was a writer I wouldn't expect everyone to be taking my book out, but - every now and again - someone might pick it up and flick thru out of curiosity<br /> <br />it's also a little like visiting a busy coffee shop full of friends, aquaintances, strangers - there are people I'll just nod "hello" to, people I'd love to sit next to and chat to (but I'm too shy) and - wow! - there are even people who come up and seek me out and ask how I am<br /><br />it's also like having a little piece of personal publishing: I can write about things that I'm thinking about, things that interest me, things I have no other place to say; I can make it look how I'd like to make it look, with colours and images and photos<br /><br />I'm not hugely judgemental in life, but I do understand that I'm not everyone's cup of tea. . .<br /><br />anyhow, that's all <b>me me me</b><br /><br />but it's what I'm thinking, having read your piece today<br /><br />(isn't it amazing how many people there are who are so creative and communicative!)(you included)<br /><br />(-:I, Like The Viewhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00423569600315825506noreply@blogger.com