What Do You Blog About Anyways
So over the last fifteen weeks I have started, stopped, deleted, lost and restarted numerous blogs and even some rather awful poetry. I try, between a Lollipop, a Butterfly a Mauritian and chores, to find time each day to sit and type at least one inspired line. As always it never goes to plan. This past week with the Butterfly back at “Kindy” and the Lollipop co-operating I have managed to get on top of the daily chores and have some guilty free time I can take to sit and write. All I have done for the past week is sit, my muse got tired of waiting and went on holiday! In desperation last night I chased the Mauritian away from the computer and whatever he was researching to try again. To his credit he graciously gave way, stating that he would never get in the way of my “creative need.”
After about half an hour of muttering at the screen and swearing at my absent muse I gave up and told the Mauritian he could have his turn back. “Cool,” he says “I was reading this blog...” Ah, excuse me but did you just say you were reading a blog? I asked with what must’ve been a horrified look on my face. Sheepishly he confessed yes, he was reading someone else’s blog. So what is this blog you’re reading about? “Custom built speakers!” he grins back at me. Stupid question I tell myself! So seen as you can find all these blogs have you ever read any of mine? I asked this knowing full well what he’s reply would be, so it was no surprise when he said: “No!” What the hell I’d come this far may as well ask: Why not? The Mauritian takes a moment to consider his answer and weigh up the consequences of his reply then his eyes light up as he smiles at me and says: “Cos you don’t blog about speakers?”
So in an effort to convince the Mauritian that my blogs are worth reading, this blog shall be about speakers.
According to the online “Oxford English Dictionary” the definition of a speaker is as follows:
A person who speaks.
A person who speaks formally before an audience; lecturer; orator.
(Usually initial capital letter ) the presiding officer of the U.S. House of Representatives, the British House of Commons, or other such legislative assembly.
So I guess even though almost all of us will never preside over the “House of Representatives” or “The House of Commons” we are all speakers as we all speak at some point or other. It’s also not the subject that would convince the Mauritian to read my blogs because what he really means is “Loudspeakers.” you know, those things attached to your Hi-Fi system or “ ...an electro acoustic device, often housed in a cabinet, that is connected as a component in an audio system, its function being to make speech or music audible...” and the Mauritian is obsessed! It’s also all I confess to know about the subject, when the Mauritian talks about it I watch it all flying up over my head and out the window all I do is smile and nod.
When I told the Mauritian what I intended to blog about he looked rather contrite and promised faithfully to check my blogs over the weekend. Oh dear, I have succeeded in making the poor man feel guilty, now I feel guilty for making him feel guilty. What to do? Do I tell him not to worry about it or apologise and say I wasn't pulling a guilt trip on him? Bit of a dilemma this one! In the end I chose to say nothing and just continue packing the dishwasher. In the silence he must have continued the conversation in his head because suddenly he said. “You know Manth I really don’t need to read your blogs. I am your blogs!”
Never a truer word spoken!
After about half an hour of muttering at the screen and swearing at my absent muse I gave up and told the Mauritian he could have his turn back. “Cool,” he says “I was reading this blog...” Ah, excuse me but did you just say you were reading a blog? I asked with what must’ve been a horrified look on my face. Sheepishly he confessed yes, he was reading someone else’s blog. So what is this blog you’re reading about? “Custom built speakers!” he grins back at me. Stupid question I tell myself! So seen as you can find all these blogs have you ever read any of mine? I asked this knowing full well what he’s reply would be, so it was no surprise when he said: “No!” What the hell I’d come this far may as well ask: Why not? The Mauritian takes a moment to consider his answer and weigh up the consequences of his reply then his eyes light up as he smiles at me and says: “Cos you don’t blog about speakers?”
So in an effort to convince the Mauritian that my blogs are worth reading, this blog shall be about speakers.
According to the online “Oxford English Dictionary” the definition of a speaker is as follows:
A person who speaks.
A person who speaks formally before an audience; lecturer; orator.
(Usually initial capital letter ) the presiding officer of the U.S. House of Representatives, the British House of Commons, or other such legislative assembly.
So I guess even though almost all of us will never preside over the “House of Representatives” or “The House of Commons” we are all speakers as we all speak at some point or other. It’s also not the subject that would convince the Mauritian to read my blogs because what he really means is “Loudspeakers.” you know, those things attached to your Hi-Fi system or “ ...an electro acoustic device, often housed in a cabinet, that is connected as a component in an audio system, its function being to make speech or music audible...” and the Mauritian is obsessed! It’s also all I confess to know about the subject, when the Mauritian talks about it I watch it all flying up over my head and out the window all I do is smile and nod.
When I told the Mauritian what I intended to blog about he looked rather contrite and promised faithfully to check my blogs over the weekend. Oh dear, I have succeeded in making the poor man feel guilty, now I feel guilty for making him feel guilty. What to do? Do I tell him not to worry about it or apologise and say I wasn't pulling a guilt trip on him? Bit of a dilemma this one! In the end I chose to say nothing and just continue packing the dishwasher. In the silence he must have continued the conversation in his head because suddenly he said. “You know Manth I really don’t need to read your blogs. I am your blogs!”
Never a truer word spoken!
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