bloggers and bluebells

Thanks to Kelvin for the reminder to make this official. I’ve been telling people here and there, but forgot to post.

There is sufficient interest for the Piskie Bloggers day to go ahead on Saturday, 17 May in Dunoon.

10.30 – 11.30 am coffee at the rectory (address below the fold).
11.30 am – 3 pm walk through the bluebell woods & Puck’s glen.
3 pm – 4pm tea, coffee (and maybe bailey pies, if you’re lucky)

Do we want to end with a eucharist, or would that be too much like work?

If it rains, the brave can go walking anyway, and the prissy (me) can stay home and make their own fun. Now, would you pass word on and let me know if you are coming so that I can plan accordingly.

Those I know are coming are listed below the fold.

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today, today

I’ve just learnt that today is Blogger Appreciation Day.

Now, I’ve not been giving you a lot to appreciate lately, but hopefully someone else has. The idea is to leave them a comment, thanking them for something specific that you value from their blog.

I think this is a great idea (and I bet the comments aren’t nearly as embarrassing as the cards you can get in the States for ‘clergy appreciation day.’)

Despite many of us valuing and enjoying blogs, there is still a lot of opposition out there. Just last week, someone I greatly respect said to me ‘Don’t talk to me about blogs. Blogs are evil.’ This venom was elicited simply because I suggested that one way a particular group could have private conversation without being dependant on the office computer gurus was to set up a private group blog.

The rumour is that those of us who blog and comment on blogs are continuously nasty to each other and say things that we would never dare say to people’s face. I find this hard to understand. In the SEC, we all blog under our own names. We know that anything we say might be seen, and that we therefore might be judged by it. I won’t pretend that bloggers don’t occasionally make errors of judgement, or that sometimes things come across in ways we don’t intend, but the fact that I can name quite specifically the times I think this has happened suggests it’s rather rare.

As for comments — they can be used for good or ill. Do you think the blogger has gone too far? Tell them. They may be glad you’ve pointed out the problem, and seek to rectify it. If the blogger thinks you have gone too far, the blogger can delete your comment. We don’t do this regularly — but if someone is acting destructively, it is possible to remove the offending item, and email them explaining why.

So, if you are a blog-loather who is reading this in the same spirit that makes people slow down to look at car accidents: here’s your chance. Tell us why you hate blogs.

And if you are thankful for this medium, today’s the day to tell someone why.

fine for some

Once when I was a little girl, a big nasty man who was not good with children leaned over me and said ‘So do you want to be a lawyer too when you grow up?’

I scowled at him, and based on six years of hard won experience I said, ‘No. They have too many meetings.’

Sadly, there were no priests in my family to guide me to similar wisdom.

So off I go again to another set of meetings in Perth. I have yet to pack, or even to consider whether I have clean clothes — never mind read the papers for the meeting. I am also almost out of cat food and all the shops are shut. Molly, however, has taken a pre-emptive strike and is ready and waiting to go with me.

mother of invention

I’ve thought of a new gadget.

I want a heated computer keyboard.

Now that it’s Spring and the heating isn’t on all day, I am once again sitting here with fingerless gloves and white fingertips.

(If you are reading from North America, don’t even try to understand this post. Though I suppose wood cabins by Lake Michigan might provide context. )

update: Oh look. There really is one.