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I'd Like to Thank the Academy

So, just realized that there are actually awards for doing this kind of thing:

The best of British blogging

Who knew?

Well, obviously a bunch more people than myself.

It strikes me as funny. Blogging - to me - is essentially a form of diary writing. Having it recognized in such an official way makes it a bit more important.

I'm still quite a virgin to the whole underground world of the blog so perhaps others have a different take on what a blog actually is and how you define it.

Some blogs I go to tend to have so much information that I am immediately overwhelmed and click the 'back' button faster than you can say "blog".

I like when blogs have links within their posts. But a link every other word makes my head spin. Did somebody really love so many things within a span of writing for 20 minutes that they had to send me off into the neverland of the Internet 15 different times?

It's hard enough to follow the websites that I like at the moment...I don't need someone throwing in a bunch more into the mix.

If I could add any criteria to the awards it would be this:

I'm interested in what YOU have to say. Not what else you think I should read. Keep me on YOUR pages because that's where I really want to be. I can use Google for everything else.

I don't mean to sound harsh, whiney or complaining. It's simply an observation.

I will say the award winners got my attention. And gave me some inspiration.

A Bit of Closure

Just a note on the funeral I went to today for my friend Thea. It was quite perfect. So many nice things were said about her. I had a good cry, saw some old friends and said one last goodbye to the lady who loved purple.

I will miss her very much but as the funeral director said (and I'm paraphrasing)

"She will always be alive in the love and memories you have for her"

They played a great blue grass song at the end with the chorus - "She Just Wants to Dance". I have a nice image burned into my brain of Thea dancing her heart out. That would be her little piece of heaven I'm sure.

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