Shambling After

I’ve advertised, supported, linked, and done everything within my blogging power to promote a number of my friends. Just take a look at my blogroll: Acadia Sunrise, Gorgeous Green Mama, Mr. Jay Gatsby. And now that we’re tight, tight Facebook friends, even Ashley F. Miller.

I support these people because I like what they’re doing, what they might do, or just the fact that they’re doing. I wish more people would blog. Back in my dark days of actually being an English major (no, Christopher Maloney, I no longer am one), I came across a lot of fellow writers who really knew what they were doing. Unfortunately, it’s unlikely anyone else will ever read much of what most of them have to say – of what they can say.

But I think the bloggers I’ve listed above have that same quality of knowing what they’re doing. At Acadia Sunrise, there’s the clear intent (and accomplishment) of making a connection between nature and prose. Gorgeous Green Mama has some similarities, but with a distinctive community/family flavor. Mr. Jay Gatsby’s writing is driven, clear, and unambiguous. Ashley F. Miller reminds me a bit of my own style, first with the summarizing then with the analysis. But she is certainly her own blogger, bringing a particular wit I’ve just spent the past 10 minutes trying (and failing) to define.

But I mention that all these people know their way around the English language because I don’t want to offend them when I gush over how insanely…good…Shambling After commands her prose.

It may seem as though I am complaining about the way Cairo is. In reality, all of this is what I like about it. Life is not easy here. Every morning you wake up in 109 degree weather, sweat-soaked and more exhausted than when you closed your eyes, you remember that you’re alive. Every time you turn away a begging child on the streets of Cairo, you remember that you’re alive. Every time you walk away from an epic cat battle on the streets, you remember that you’re alive.

My greatest fear is that I’ll leave Cairo, return to my monotonous life, and forget how unbelievable it feels to feel…

And the thing is, yes, out of context “an epic cat battle” sounds like a joke. But within the structure of considered prose, it means something; that I have a vivid idea of just where this cat battle happened, of the particular cats involved, of the numbed people on the streets, is a good indication that the writing is effective.

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Vote for Rowan

Stonyfield YoBaby Yogurt is having an Organic Cutie contest. Since Gorgeous Green Mama is the epitome of organic and her son, Rowan, is the epitome of cute, you ought to vote for him.

It was a good lunch

Watson retorted: ‘Well I don’t think we’re for anything. We’re just products of evolution. You can say, “Gee, your life must be pretty bleak if you don’t think there’s a purpose.” But I’m anticipating having a good lunch.’ We did have a good lunch, too.

~The God Delusion

I actually had a very good lunch today with a friend and her adorable one year old. I didn’t exactly have it in mind that we’re just products of evolution while I ate, but I did have in mind that there’s a lot to be had in life that keeps it from being bleak. This was one of those many moments. (I even managed to find a sandwich I liked from Panera Bread.)

This friend, otherwise known as Gorgeous Green Mama, lives near a road that was used in the 70’s and 80’s as a way to an unofficial dump for residents of the city. What can be degraded has degraded, but what’s there to stay is obviously still there. Included in that is a lot of glass that would be a shame to let go to waste. As such, GGM, has turned an ugly negative into some beautiful and excellent art. Specifically, she has taken to making jewelry out of pieces of glass (among other things). Exactly what she was going to make for me was a bit of a surprise, but I couldn’t be happier. I got mine today, and I actually rather like it quite a bit.

As I’ve done in the past, I like to throw out a little free advertising for things I like. And since Gorgeous Green Mama has her own Etsy store, I recommend everyone give it a looksie-loo. The stuff isn’t expensive, it’s pretty good quality, and, really, who doesn’t want to support a young family with a wonderful one year old? So if you don’t hate daddies and mommies and babies, go buy a necklace. Or six.