So long, and thanks for all the frogs

This blog as been carrying on in one form or another since October 2001. Probably because it started so long ago, it has been hard for me to recognize that it has stopped.

I’m going to leave this site up as an archive, in part because it always makes me a bit sad when I click through from somewhere to an old blog only to see an error message. I always wonder what happened, how it came to disappear.

This site has been many things to me over the years: a side project that saved my sanity more than once; an outlet to vent; a way to stay in touch with other geeks; and most importantly my own little place on the web, as I felt it has been important to have one.

I’m planning to have one again. Fifteen years have brought changes in perspective, and, I hope, a good bit of growth. Fifteen years also creates a hefty bit of legacy content to deal with, and starting with something new finally appeals to me more than maintaining longevity does.

Until that something new gets started, you can find me on twitter or flickr or, if you are really old-fashioned, I still read my email.

because a group of frogs is called an army because a group of frogs is called an army because a group of frogs is called an army

Willing to write

The longer between posts on this blog, the harder it is to get started again.

I collect open browser tabs full of interesting things to point to, then close them. I start lists, make notes, and wander off before doing more than the preparatory work. I stop before I really start.

So today, a rainy Sunday afternoon, I’m sitting here with my computer. Just a plain white box to type in, edged with the photo of sun streaming through a stand of trees in early in the morning which is one of my desktop pictures.

This past week, where even to start?

The news broke of the Supreme Court’s ruling on marriage equality, and I cried.

I watched the President’s eulogy for Clementa Pinckney on Friday, and cried.

It was a heavy and full heart week.

One that I want to be writing about here, even when I am not sure what to say. Perhaps particularly when I am not sure what to say, because I often write to think.

I thought I’d be a very old woman before I’d see our marriage legally recognized across the country. That may sound like a long time to wait. (Chief Justice Roberts doesn’t seem to think so, but then I am not generally interested in folks who have never had their rights in doubt talk how those of us who have are going about things the wrong way.)

I think: people have been waiting as long and longer. And had it much harder than I ever have.

I think: people need to commit an act of civil disobedience when patience has been stretched beyond imagination.

I think: not saying anything when something should be said really isn’t an option.

Things like: the very least, the absolute very least we white people can do is to tell the truth about what is happening. What happened at the church is Charleston was terrorism. Racism is a problem today. We can do more.

Do you know how many black churches burned this week? Six.

May I have more patience where I need to exercise it, and even less when it comes to tolerating what should not be tolerated.