yesterday

Just Checking

to see if this posts. It seems something may have gone awry.

Contemplative

from Florence

Wiggled Out of This One

Knowing my interest in all things organic and carbon footprint reductionist, Ben, my husband, forwarded this latest missive from Riverside Park Fund (disclosure -- we're proud contributors to this fantastic organization that has truly helped to transform the Upper West Side):

Subject -- Workshop on Indoor Composting with a Worm Bin
"Join the Manhattan Compost Project and Riverside Park Fund to learn how red wiggler worms can turn garbage into a special fertilizer for plants. Worm bin set-up, maintenance, and troubleshooting will be covered during this free workshop. 'Worm condo' and worms can be purchased for the discounted price of $44."

Now, I know Ben is encouraging me to keep at this blog by offering topic suggestions that contain cultural and political metaphors worthy of critique. In fact, he outright said in his email to me, "Darling, I think there's a blog in here; after all, how many cultural or political metaphors can you find in a worm bin?"

But wait a minute. Wait just a minute now. I'm thinking, despite his good intentions, I'm honestly thinking WHAT? Culture and politics be damned. My greatest goal in life as a NY City resident is to AVOID WORM BINS at all costs. A slimy plague on those cosmopolitan wormbinners -- aren't bedbugs, roaches and rats enough???? Yecccchhhhh!!! Have we learned
nothing? Excuse me while I go drink a quart of hand sanitizer!
Thnx but no thnx for the topic suggestion, Ben.
hmmmmpppphhhh
love,
L.

PS By the way, have you asked yourself, is Acorn behind the $44 condo deal?

Confessions of a blogmaker junkie

Yes. OK! The fact is, I am a blog maker junkie. Yup. I like to create blogs. I spend an inordinate amount of time doing this. You know, acquiring a new (free) account, thinking up a cute title, sweating over its description, scrutinizing my photo gallery for the perfect accompanying image, drooling over type colors and fonts, coordinating the whole with the determination and easy confidence of a television fashion consultant. Then, and then, I spend an even greater inordinate amount of time NOT WRITING anything. No posts. No drafts. Nothing. A black hole of internet silence. Leading, naturally, to the inevitable blog indignity -- DELETION. It's kind of like recreational fishing - throwing the darn thing back in the tank before it's even finished pivoting on the hook. Whoa. This has got to stop. For the fact is, I'm a pretty good talker. And a blog is, after all a kind of blah, blah, blahhhhhhhhg. n'est-ce pas? So, bear with me, dear reader (a hideously exclusive group of 1, aka "me") as I endeavor to rectify this situation with an
uncensored, sometimes silly, sometimes serious, but always I hope "authentic" voice on this, leahbarber'sblog, my one and only "keeper" since it's inception, as you can see by the handful of actual "older" posts.

October