writing

The Year is about 1996 and I drove a beat up escort with only two seats, sometimes people mistook it for a mustang, but believe me when I say it wasn’t! I was living in Korea town because apartments were cheaper in that area at that time. I had to pay for parking in a LOT that was beside the building that was also used for public parking during the day and had attendants.

It was early evening and I had shopped for groceries and pulled into the parking LOT heading towards the rear where I liked to park. I wasn’t paying too much attention to what was actually going on in the LOT, minding my own business kind of thing. I parked and retrieved my two bags of groceries intending to head to my lovely single apartment. I turned and a few things happened pretty much at the same time!

First I heard the screeching as the police cars drove at speed into the LOT! I see them stop and get out pointing weapons at a group of maybe a dozen asian males in the center of the LOT. There was a helicopter overhead with the bright light beaming down upon the group of males, oh I forgot to mention that were all dressed the same, dark long pants but no tops on! I figured it was either a weird topless gang or a boy-band!

So there I was standing on the edge of this drama waiting patiently with my grocery bags in hand, trying to figure out what my next move will be. I had to walk by this drama to exit the LOT! Well to cut a short story even shorter the Gang/Boyband decided to prostrate themselves on the ground under police guidance. When they had complied to the extent that I figured I could remove myself from the situation I did so.

Peace!

I would be the first person to tell anyone I am not a writer, I have opinions like any other person. But writing is not my Gig. Why do you have a blog then? I hear you say!

Originally I started my blog, long ago under another name because I wanted to talk about technology and computers and internet freedom, you get the gist!
I am reasonably acquainted with html, css, javascript, I speak mac, windows and linux, and my studies continue. I don’t seem to find the time to sit down and write about it, and I have always struggled with what to say. I hear that happens to actual writers as well!

My wife Susan is a poet, she has a way with words that I admire and respect, to manipulate words like a good poem shows me how the words being the bricks can make so many different walls. It’s a gift I do not have, and I am ok with that, we all have to be different or the world would be very boring. I am the anti-poet to her poet, where she is the writer I am her tech support. It works really well and I wouldn’t change a thing.

I am a Lord of the Rings Tolkien nut, and I could at one point in my life recite poetry in either Sindarin (low Elvin) or Quenya (high Elvin) languages. While I love poetry and love how words can be manipulated to express visuals in so many ways, I have always found it difficult to express why I like a certain poem or not. The vocabulary to detail what is good or bad about some writing is missing in my head. I am not saying I am in some way stupid or inferior because even if I was I probably wouldn’t know it!!
I feel my head is just wired differently, which takes me back to why I am writing this today. I bet you were wondering about that!

I wrote a blog a few days ago, my monthly post. And Susan read it and made a lovely comment, because she is my biggest fan! And I went about my days knowing I had done my duty to wordpress and the blogging world in general. Two days later I went on wordpress and to my surprise I had comments to my post. You may think I am crazy but I hadn’t expected that, I don’t know why but it just wasn’t in my field of view. I felt a bit bad because I write a post then head off into the wilderness and I didn’t want anyone to think I was intentionally being rude. And through Susan I have met some very exquisite people in the blogging world. So to you I would say this, if I like your post I really mean it, but I may not comment very much. And if I go missing for a few days, it’s because I am in the other room!

Peace