How did you ever find your way – here – ?

2 deer in the snow on a grey morning.

There were 4 deer up the hill, closer to our neighbour’s back feeding spot. Only 2 of them took the chance to come down to sample the oats I threw out to them.

Monday, February 29, 2016 –

J. d’Aerendel is moving files from our old provider to an older provider, that isn’t as greedy as the one we’re saying goodbye to – Articles and other ‘posts’ posted by the rest of us will now only give him credit for what we’ve done. When we get around to fixing that, we’ll let you know.

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This blog, or WordPress Instance began as an experiment. I figured I already had more than enough blogs and after MySpace and especially ‘EffBook’ – I wasn’t sure I wanted to have anything to do with any blog. But WordPress was better – Easier to use, and it looked better, and I didn’t have to put up with a thousand weird requests per day, and I didn’t have to put up with idiotic email messages telling me some jerk I didn’t know had dinner at some place I would never set foot inside – and all that.

And then it became a place where I allowed a couple trusted friends access to publish any time they wanted to – kind of like a bbs – but without the weirdness of spammers trying to either upload a zillion links to questionable web sites or hack the site and post “Ha Ha I own your site!” b.s.

And then  —jda— began trying to keep a blog post a day thing going for a challenge that he said fell apart when the people running the ‘challenge’ discovered that he wasn’t a woman – and nobody had told him it was for women only – And it turned out that it wasn’t for women only – somebody got pissed off at him because he was Canadian and deleted his account on the page that kept track of bloggers in their challenge.

And then – When Doug had the time and interest –  we began trying to post a kind of ‘News Digest’ with links to articles on CBC News pages and ‘here and there in the ‘Tweet-Us-Sphere’ –

And then we kind of went dormant – And now the ‘provider’ that originally hosted this WordPress blog is getting greedy so we’re moving what we want to keep to another service, a Canadian provider. { blacksun dot ca } —

So – If you’re still there, well Great – If you don’t like what you see, well, too bad, go look at something else – If you do like what you find here – well “Fantastic!” – enjoy what you can and disregard the rest.

Thank you, have a good life –  Jim Wellington

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Saturday, November 8, 2014 – Day # 8 of this year’s NaBloPoMo event. I’ve ‘Un-Stickied’ the 1st and 3rd days’ posts and ‘created’ this as a sticky. — Also: added a ‘NaBloPoMo 2014’ Page here, where I will copy and paste all the posts I blog especially for this event.

The photo above is from Day #3. I really like the feel of the snow on the trees behind the deer. It’s like the first time you put on a pair of glasses and realize what you’ve been missing as your eyesight slowly went from ‘perfect’ to: “-uh, you can read that sign way the bleep over there?”

& Another thing. In the early nineties I learned about ‘Post Modernism’ by attending a reading by the creative writing grad students at Syracuse University in Syracuse, New York. They were doing a reading that included some ‘Post Modernist’ stories that night, and I was impressed. I went there with a younger woman that I had been engaged to, who was going through some family issues and had promised her older sister that she’d dumped me, and gave me instructions that if the phone rang, she had to answer it, and I had to be silent, because her sister and her mother were supposed to believe that I was out of her life forever. She also told me that she never gave anything up that didn’t have a lot of claw marks all over it from trying really hard to hang onto it. I did not change my name to ‘Claude’ – although Claude may show up in at least one story somewhere.

But the reason I’m talking about Post Modernism here, is, after the reading we left the basement room in one of the Syracuse U. buildings and went to a party at one of the grad students’ apartments and my friend made a joke about stories that she thought were ‘PoMo Erotic’ and got a laugh.

I still remember one poem being read that night by another one of the Grad Students, a young woman from the American South West who had written her poem about the deep and dark caverns out there with water drops going drip drip drip in the dark. Her name was Elise. At the party she looked at me from across the room and asked me a question that I do not remember, but I do remember her reaching out to me and making a soul connection that was warm and intense enough so I wonder what happened to her, often.

And, of course, every time I see ‘NaBloPoMo’ anywhere, I am instantly transported back to Syracuse and that night. I was in that room where they’d had the readings at least one other time: Douglas Adams, of “Hitch Hikers Guide to the Galaxy” fame was there to give a talk about a new book he had written, that event was being video taped by students in the Media department and they needed audience people to make it look like thousands of interested Syracusians had shown up. That talk was memorable. Douglas Adams is one of my favourite writers,-favourite visionaries- who had tapped into a thought stream that I had touched on and he’d embraced it, wallowed in it, exapanded it and took home a lot of green pieces of paper from it. I’m not sure I’ll ever be in a class with the people I consider the best and most interesting writers of all time, but I wonder if, between lives we hang out together and bounce ideas off each other and hope that some of Creation’s most fun wisdom and deepest insight makes its way into stuff we publish next time we find ourselves out here in the smoke and confusion of the material universe.