On Writing, Reading, and (shudder) obtaining "Content"

P3170034 During my walk today,* two things collided in my head, producing lots of ideas and resulting in a series of posts.  First, Breakfast with Pandora has been discussing writing and pay (here and here).   Second, Time magazine recently had an article about how to save newspapers.**

The problems for newspapers have been well documented.  Repeatedly.  The part that bothers me the most is the demise of investigative journalism - because really understanding an issue takes time, and money, and we desperately need to understand the issues, particularly when such huge sums of money are being thrown around to "solve" them (Will the huge sums really solve things?  We'll have to see, and hope).

I don't think that we'll ever return to the widespread days of print newspaper subscriptions.  First, people are too used to the internet.  Second, I don't know about you, but my day only allows for so much "sit, flip through something, and read" time, and I'm going to spend that more on books than anything else.  As our lives speed up, there's less of that time available. 

I agree with Time in that, in making all their articles (I hate the word "content") free, online, newspapers and magazines have made a big mistake.  The article mentions that, when Time used to publish, online, through AOL, they got paid.  This was no longer the case when they got their own website.***  Out of the major print media companies, it seems that the Wall Street Journal is the only company that requires a subscription to read their articles online.  Their subscriptions increased by 7% last year.

Breakfast with Pandora also mentions another problem with online writing in his recent reading of blogs at Salon

As for blogging, I spent much of the past month obsessed with Open Salon, which is a community of bloggers, most of whom are really good writers, and the rest of whom have some pretty compelling stories to tell...

... I've never felt as if a set of bloggers were more exploited by a big media company than those worthy scribblers of Open Salon. Open Salon has got a good thing going: they give you a free blog and the opportunity to get on the featured front page. And that's it.

Open Salon gets a whole lot of eyeballs and large potential for advertising revenue. I mean, this group of writers is collectively better on a day-to-day basis than all newspapers and most print magazines.

I have come to believe that good writers should be compensated for good writing...


He's writing from a professional writer's viewpoint.  I'm writing from a reader's viewpoint - the sort of reader that loves reading thoughtful, well researched writing. 

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Sunshine

P3200003 I just realized, this morning, that I can relax about the sun again.  Every winter, my day is, somewhat, arranged around the sun.  We homeschool in the rooms with sun shining in.  I arrange the day so that I can take a walk when the sun is the strongest because that's best for combating seasonal depression. I try to arrange the rest of the day so that I can stay in the sunny side of the house (where ever that is). 

Now, however, there's enough sun (when it is sunny) that I don't have to hoard it like a miser.  I can relax in a way that I can't in the winter. 


Congratulations, Older Son!

P1250300 Older son found out this weekend that he was accepted to the Art & Design program in the NC State School of Design.  They only accept 130 freshmen in the School, and only 30 in the Art & Design program (1200 applied).  We've been waiting on pins and needles since his interview in January. 


Above is a sculpey creation he made for a Christmas present last year.  It's about 2 inches high. 

Here is another one, about 1 1/2 inches high.  He brought one of the sculpey creations along as part of his portfolio, but I don't have a photo of that one. 

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He used to doodle all through the margins and between the problems in his math books.  I had no idea, back then, that the doodling would have been just as important (or maybe more) than the math for getting into college!
 
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The Sand Rat's Apprentice was in his portfolio, along with being on his blog, Hamjamser.
 
As was The Palace of Madmen:
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If you'd like to see this in more detail, click on the picture at his post on Hamjamser, and you can see a larger version.
 



Quick Hello

Irises1b Quickly checking in.  I had a follow up Lenten blog post in my head today, along with another post.  I did the taxes instead - at least the part I can do (plus an afternoon of running around).  Dear husband has been working on the part of the taxes that has to do with his business. 

Speaking of which, I once mentioned a piece he was painting that I particularly liked (although I like all of them).  Here it is.

We've got to finish the taxes and older son's FAFSA (financial aid form) tomorrow, and then, if the snow (or, more accurately, the lack thereof) allows, we'll head up to the mountains to visit the University of NC at Asheville.  It's daughter's first choice school, and she wants to visit it in the winter to see what it will be like for a large part of the school year.  Between illnesses and dear husband's travel, it's difficult to fit a visit in. 

We've been heading out of winter weather, for the most part, although we may even get snow here on Sunday.  The daffodils have started, the crocuses are blooming, and here are some reticulated irises. 

Two quotes I like from today's brief blog perusing:

I envy men their sins.

I mean, look at that Vatican list! Men get the fun sins: lust, gluttony, sloth. Doesn’t that sound like the vacation of your dreams? Women get the unpleasant sins: pride, envy, anger. Who wants those sins? They’re not nearly as fun a set to commit as lust, gluttony, and sloth.

It’s easy to say that lists like these are culturally shaped - and they probably are...

What’s harder to see is why men and women wind up with these particular different sets of sins. Do men lust more because their greater testosterone level leaves them with more sexual desire? Maybe. But isn’t testosterone also supposed to increase aggression? And men are reporting less anger. Perhaps women confess more anger because women conditioned to be more ashamed of their anger than men are. But, if so, why aren’t women confessing more lust? Are women really shamed less for lust than men are?

On the other hand, men’s confession of sloth could well make sense of women’s confession of anger.

...I have been hearing for years and years about how the financial services
sector pays such exorbitant wages because the people who work there are
so immensely talented that they are cheap at $50 million a year. I
never particularly bought that line before. But I never imagined that
all those Masters of the Universe would do quite this
badly. If we had paid them $50 million a year to go far, far away and
leave our financial system alone, it would have been a bargain...  [Hat Tip to The Daily Dish]



Just skip this post

P2110411 Really.  You don't want to read another one of these, although this does have a different twist - "The intellectual results of knee surgery."  This is why you should leave now (or go look at my Happy Birthday Older Son post).  You've heard enough about my knee to last you a lifetime.  See you tomorrow!

Okay, now that there's no one left but me and my navel (i.e. this feels like another navel-gazeng-y sort of post and I'm irritating myself by writing another one, but that's what's on my mind today unless you want to sit with me and sing a maudlin version of "Turn around and he's two, Turn around and he's four, Turnaround and he's a young man walking out of the door")(I've always hated that song)...

Driving versus everything else.  It's a trade off because driving puts so much strain on my knee.  If I drive, I do less walking/physical therapy/etc.  I only drive a few times a week. 

Everyone has been great about helping out - dear husband is driving me to my voice lesson and choir today, older son is driving me back from choir and to my physical therapy tomorrow morning, and daughter drives me when the other two aren't around. 

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On Not Keeping in Touch, a New Blog from an Old Friend, and Creativity

PA030020 I am notoriously bad at keeping in touch.  It's not that I don't think of people, and it's not even that I don't think of getting in touch.  I'm too perfectionist about it.  If I call, I've got to be in the exactly right frame of mind to talk.  If I write, I've got to have the exactly right words that will be worthy of the recipient's time.  The same goes for e-mail.  Blog comments?  They'll hang around on someone else's blog forever!  What could I say that would be worth that?

I keep waiting for the right time to phone or write, and days stretch into months into...

I've lost touch with more people that way - people that I've really wanted to stay in touch with.  I do keep up with a few friends from high school and college through that old standby, the Christmas letter.  However, even that has fallen by the wayside this year - so far.  I was going to write a Christmas letter after my knee surgery when I'd have lots of time to sit.  I didn't take "keeping the leg elevated" into account and ended up reading lots of books in bed instead.

The Christmas letter turned into a New Year's letter, then a Happy Martin Luther King Jr. Day letter.  The letter is done.  I just have to finish making it perfect editing it.  This week is too busy so it won't be a Valentine's Day letter.  Maybe I'll just color it green and send it out on St. Patrick's.

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Missing the Non-existent

I had a very vivid dream last night.  You know how you have those dreams where "it's your house/husband/life, but it's really not your house/husband/life?"  This wasn't one of those.  It was all very close to reality. 

Except for the new baby girl.  The dream started with me giving birth to her.  Everything else was close to reality - younger son would be a decade older, older son and daughter would be very much older, I was amazed to be having another baby at 47, and we were going to have a stern talking to with the urologist who did the vasectomy. 

Labor and birth weren't any more fun than before, but she was as adorable as her "siblings."  She was a little blondie and a good nurser. 

Then the dream got stranger.  Dear husband wasn't feeling well, and they thought he might be having a heart attack and rushed him to the emergency room.  I was alone in the hospital room with the darling and dear husband's Blackberry.  Whom to call?  I didn't want to call my kids because I didn't want them to worry.  Same for my in-laws and my mother. Same for the rest of the family.  I was sitting there totally focused on the baby because I didn't know what else to do.

Then I woke up.  Fortunately, it was a dream.  Heart problems actually don't run in dear husband's family.

But, this late in the afternoon, I still miss that little girl - who resembled, but was not a carbon copy of her "siblings."  She had her own personality. 

I've never had a dream like that before. 


Strange Weather

From WRAL - check out the weather headline along with the 4:06 pm temperature in the upper right hand corner. 

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In other local news, at the NC Museum of Natural Sciences in Raleigh, the guest groundhog, Sir Walter Wally, predicted 6 more weeks of winter (click on link for cute groundhog photo).  

Going back out to enjoy the rest of the sun and warmth.


Sunday Mornings...

P9130151 ... are usually busy.  Get up, get ready, get to church early to warm up with the choir.  Sing.  Try to focus on the non-singing parts.  Fail at least once during the sermon.  In the winter, by the time we get home and have lunch, there's usually only a few hours of sunshine left, and I'm tired.

Don't get me wrong - I enjoy choir and church, but I wouldn't say it's restful.

The last two weeks, with family things, dear husband's travel, older son's and daughter's involvements, and a new class for younger son, have been very hectic.  I've been exhausted the last few evenings, which is why, though I have three posts in the works, I haven't posted anything.

This morning, the youth choir is singing so I decided to take a morning off. 

Given our homeschooling, dear husband's travel, and all the other things we're involved in, the rest of the week is highly scheduled.  Mornings are my best and most focused time of day, but a free morning is rare. 

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