The Unveiling of Not for Ourselves Alone
I've decided that some compartmentalizing could be good for me, though I'm terrible at it, and that is why I have created Not For Ourselves Alone, my new blog. Notforourselvesalone.blogspot.com because I'm obsessed with Elizabeth Cady Stanton--and she first said "Not for Ourselves Alone" and then Ken Burns made a documentary about the suffragists and this is what he called it. I plan to use Friday Moms to post about--well--motherly sorts of things. Stories about my kids--and maybe a couple of photos, too. Photos of your kids. That kind of thing.
Not for Ourselves Alone. It will be a place where I keep all of my moods. And I plan to have good, great moods as well as bad, mad. I plan to keep writing about religion, it is cathartic, and I plan to write about things that make me laugh, like Cat Butt Gum and words people say, things that I find absurd i.e. Mr. Bush or Life is Good wear, things that I find difficult--like sadness, things that I don't understand--like Wal-Mart or God, and things that I like--like people and literature and alcohol and commas (even if I don't use them correctly). I also plan to post some photos--hoping, soon, to post some from the Greg and Kari wedding. Images with pirate boys, and ships sailing, baskets and flowers and banners, little girls. Pink.
I'm inviting people to visit my new blog--because this is the internet and the internet is public and yes there is a thrill in being read, being discovered (Thank you James for getting me thinking about the public and private domains of writing, the desire to reveal, the desire to disavow.). However, having said this, I am sometimes made terribly nervous by posting. Especially when people worry or are made nervous or sad by what I have written. So part of me wants to say, "Don't read. Don't read." But then why would I post if I didn't want you to read?? So I guess I'm saying, "Do read. Do read." But only when and if you want to. And of course you're going to want to visit so that you can know where to purchase some Cat Butt Gum.
Cheers.
Jane
Not for Ourselves Alone. It will be a place where I keep all of my moods. And I plan to have good, great moods as well as bad, mad. I plan to keep writing about religion, it is cathartic, and I plan to write about things that make me laugh, like Cat Butt Gum and words people say, things that I find absurd i.e. Mr. Bush or Life is Good wear, things that I find difficult--like sadness, things that I don't understand--like Wal-Mart or God, and things that I like--like people and literature and alcohol and commas (even if I don't use them correctly). I also plan to post some photos--hoping, soon, to post some from the Greg and Kari wedding. Images with pirate boys, and ships sailing, baskets and flowers and banners, little girls. Pink.
I'm inviting people to visit my new blog--because this is the internet and the internet is public and yes there is a thrill in being read, being discovered (Thank you James for getting me thinking about the public and private domains of writing, the desire to reveal, the desire to disavow.). However, having said this, I am sometimes made terribly nervous by posting. Especially when people worry or are made nervous or sad by what I have written. So part of me wants to say, "Don't read. Don't read." But then why would I post if I didn't want you to read?? So I guess I'm saying, "Do read. Do read." But only when and if you want to. And of course you're going to want to visit so that you can know where to purchase some Cat Butt Gum.
Cheers.
Jane
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