Middle School Magic Meets Blogging Blues
My old friend Mr. Buffet is playing in the background while I sit here, beer in hand and brain in motion. I am thinking about the story that Judy told today about this song and her days as a teacher.
Her story makes me smile and well, Jimmy’s song and this beer make me think of other things, mostly a soft sandy beach, endless blues skies and summer. Yeah, I know you thought that I was going somewhere else with this and the answer is that I did but I didn’t share it with you.
That is because I am more focused on the other old man in this house, the one who started middle school last week.
He came home today and told me he got an ‘A’ on his science test and followed that up by telling me why he hated lunch. It would be great if I could say it was the cafeteria food. That would be beautiful and poetic but it is not the case.
Nah, he ate lunch by himself and was angry about it. There wasn’t any space at the table so he felt “like a loser and lonely.”
I told him the great joy of middle school is that we all feel left out and lonely.
My blogging blues aren’t exactly blue. I am not depressed or upset. Irked is a good description and so is mildly irritated.
That is because there are a few technical issues that are impacting this joint and I am not really in the mood to deal with them. That doesn’t mean I won’t, just that I’d rather focus my energy elsewhere.
Here is the short list:
Feedburner– Word on the street is that Feedburner is going away. It comes from reliable sources so it is worth checking out alternatives. I won’t tell you about the negative impact RSS has had on blogs, at least I won’t in this post.
What I will say is that I don’t want to spend any cash on the replacement, at least not now. I am making a few bucks here and I like seeing a positive cash flow. Not quite the internet tycoon yet so I am cautious about the cash I put out.
Triberr– Overall it has been a great experience but man some people just aren’t carrying their weight. It reminds me a bit of group projects in school where we all received the same grade but some people did more work.
Not especially thrilled about this. Hate sounding whiny, but something has to change and it will probably be me. About time to evaluate my tribes and see if they all make sense. Some of them are filled with members who haven’t officially dropped out but are still listed.
Good time to clean house.
“Fake Editors“- I won’t ever say my writing is perfect. You won’t hear me claim to never make any errors or produce content that doesn’t ever need to be rewritten but some of the “collective” needs to learn something about editing. There is such a thing as style and you need to know when to leave a piece alone because you are killing the voice and when to edit because it is gibberish.
Sometimes writer and reader are poorly matched. By that I mean sometimes we as readers just don’t “get” the writer. Our lack of understanding/appreciation isn’t always indicative of something being poorly written either.
Tonight I sat on the floor in my son’s bedroom and told him about how there were many times when I felt like an outsider in school. I told him that it still happens to me sometimes and I am ok with it.
I told him that I don’t expect him to be just like me, but that sometimes this is how life is. There are moments when we feel like we are on the outside looking in and moments when we feel like we understand every secret life has to offer.
This was a big moment for us. I could see his eyes and the expression on his face told me he only sort of got it. But that sort of got it look also told me the boy is soon going to be a pre-teen.
It reminded me a bit of when I used to swim competitively. That moment just before the race was the time when I cleared my mind and then took a deep breath because I knew the gun would go off and I would hit the water at breakneck speed.
That is what this feels like, the pause before the race.
One More Word On Blogging
If you open yourself up to the blogosphere and let your community in you will find that you get more than you give. There is magic out there, floating in the ether and all you need to do is let it in.