You are seated at breakfast. The entrée is pancakes. You may choose either:
A) A warm, fresh, intact pancake straight off the griddle, with a side of syrup
B) The outer circumference of a cold, leftover pancake, all that is left after someone else has eaten out the center portion.
Which do you choose? Your choice, in our house at least, is largely dependent upon whether you are an older or a younger sibling.
The funny, thoughtful, and apparently genius-level Magpie has awarded me this lovely bling:
My cup runneth over. There are a lot of people to whom I’d like to pass it along, but I have to choose one, so I will send it along to Ally, who I wish would post more often because her posts are always well-written and socially aware. She always manages to retain her humility while also advising her readers on how to better the world. That takes a great deal of skillful writing.
Thanks to Google Reader (sorry, Snos), I am now reading a wider range of blogs more efficiently. This is good, as one of the things I love about blogging is the communication between diverse groups of people. There is a sense of community in knowing you read me and I read you. I do think there are lots of you out there reading me without leaving a calling card. That’s totally cool; no one should be pressured to comment. However, if you are a regular reader who never or rarely comments, I hope you do comment in the next few days and leave me a link to your blog. I’d like to check you out because – for me at least – reading each other is part of what blogging is all about.
This attitude, however, has gotten me into a bit of a pickle. I always comment the first few times I read a blog because I want you to know I am there and paying attention to your words. Then, I feel like I need to keep commenting so you won’t think I have disappeared. This would be fine if it weren’t for things like load times and the kids wanting to see their mother now and then. I find my self reading less attentively because I feel the pressure of wanting to form a comment.
Now that I am reading more blogs, I am going to need to cut back somewhat on my commenting. If I have been a regular reader of your blog, rest assured I am still reading everything, and probably in a more timely and thoughtful manner than I have in the past. I am there, I am reading, and I am interested. But, I may not be commenting as often.
That’s probably for the best, because how many of my snarky comments do you really want to read in a week?
Thank you for the kind comments on my new banner. That is Benjamin’s mouth up there. It was taken a month ago, but he still has only six teeth. For the uninitiated, let me explain. He had no teeth till he was 11 months old. Then, he got four teeth in one month. Since his first birthday, he has cut two more teeth. This leaves him 16 months old with very little to aid his continual quest for more calories and more varieties of flavor.
Kidney beans, pea pods, salmon, hamburger, broccoli, apples, carrot sticks, cheese wheels, dal, pad thai – yep, he can manage those. It is harder to eat beef satay with six teeth, and this morning I had to tell him that walnuts were probably out of the realm of possibility.
Come on, baby, just imagine what you could do with a couple of mashers.
I’ve given in to the temptation. I’ve been here. But, I have put a cap on it. Three wrong answers and I have to stop for the day. Otherwise, I’ll spend all day at it.