It's bad when a conspiracy sabotages our sincere efforts at getting things done. Here I was, minding my own business, only posting to my blog a couple of times a week, promising myself, blee neder, (Hebrew for no promises) that I would concentrate on things that either made me a better person, the world a better place, made money, or preferably all three, not blogging
when I read about this at Citizen of the Month.
Thanks a lot, pal.
Some people talk obsessions, then there are those of us who live them. The brain is a marvelous thing.
NaBloPoMo or November Means You're a Slave to Your Blog Month (or some such thing) is a promotion courtesy of seriously bitten bloggers brain-washed by Russians to undermine our marriages and dent our incomes. The plot is to force us to post EVERY SINGLE DAY in NOVEMBER or we're simply not in the club.
(kidding, kidding, kidding about the Russian thing)
Don't they know about Shabbas? Don't they understand days of rest? Or is that day of rest?
We have been commanded to give Him/Her who created our Blogosphere and stuff that is not of the Blogosphere due respect. We do this by ceasing work as did He/She (the Old Mighty, if you've read old posts) after finishing the creation of a green environment. So to give due, we are supposed to stop working before sundown every Friday night.
I'm sure most religions have some sort of sabbath. So I speak for us all.
And blogging is considered work. This forces those of us who take the resting commandment seriously to have to spin out two blog posts on Friday and then publish one of those lame offerings on Saturday night, after the Sabbath day has passed. And will that even count?
That's a reference to the Jewish sabbath. You can change Friday night to Friday or Sunday morning or whichever day you keep.
Anway, this double blogging the day before the Sabbath, for some of us on Friday, just to be able to post on Saturday night, is obviously a remez, a hint, to the mahn, the stuff the Jewish People ate in the desert.
Quick history lesson here. There was a dramatic escape, a critical event for Jews and Egyptians alike, when the Jews escaped slavery and the Egyptians drowned at sea in the chase. This culminated in forty years of nomadic life for the Jewish People who simply could not stop kvetching about the heat and no running water, and the food, well.
Moses, our reluctant, humble leader, had initially convinced the Egyptian pharoah that he had best let us go, that we weren't destined for slavery. Moses himself had to be coerced into the job, he was not a natural politician.
Anyway, there we were, in the desert, hungry and thirsty, complaining like crazy, so the Old Mighty, tired or our complaining delivered the mahn as dew. It tasted like whatever we wanted it to taste like, so I'm quite sure mine was generally of the cheesecake variety, and had some very dark chocolate laced in there somehow.
And wouldn't you know, the Old Mighty (my grandfather's name for the Him/Her) delivered a double portion of mahn on Fridays so that the Jewish People didn't have to cook on Saturdays.
Oh, life was easy then, if a little hot and dry.
But we like it hot. Already the chill in the Chicago air is getting a little scary. But our leaves, my friends, are amazing, and if you don't get seasonal changes where you live you don't know what you're missing and should probably visit us in the fall. And it's just beginning. So I'll be out riding my bike whenever I can.
And if I'm supposed to post a post a day for NaBloPoMo, then don't expect me to edit much or be too serious.
There's only so much thinking, writing, and reading a person can do.