Every few months I would feel this itch for permanence (or, at least whatever degree of permanence one can get from in essence opening their diary to whatever random and rare individual might browse by) and start a blog all my own.
I'd post once or twice, self-consciously aware that no one was reading it, get distracted (I often seem to have the attention span of a cat), post something a couple weeks later, forget my password, then forget I even had the blog. Start all over again. Rinse, and repeat.
So when a colleague approached me about this reconnectwithsimmons blog (to which I welcome you, faithful reader), I was both intrigued and apprehensive. Sure, it would be fun to blog about Simmons and myself and the intersections of the two (I am paraphrasing the description I was given; if I'm misstating it, I'm sure this will be the last post from you will read), but what if I run out of things to say? What if I have nothing to say? What if I simply forget the blog is there?
Well, trust me there's always something to say about Simmons, whether it's a surprise visit from a delightful member of the Class of '58 just this morning (Hi, Cookie!) or chatting with an Emeritus Professor about her book on Simmons history and women's education or just wondering what the greened in "quad" behind the MCB will look like when it's finished. Then on the other hand there's whatever else I happen to be thinking about today (that being the economic outlook of the country and a new biography on Emily Dickinson----and not necessarily in that order).
So I trust I'll find something to chat about--and am looking forward to seeing others help a conversation spontaneously generate. And, accepting as fact that if I don't write something down I might well forget it, I've set aside a few moments in my calendar to blog on by every now and again...hope you join me.
I'd post once or twice, self-consciously aware that no one was reading it, get distracted (I often seem to have the attention span of a cat), post something a couple weeks later, forget my password, then forget I even had the blog. Start all over again. Rinse, and repeat.
So when a colleague approached me about this reconnectwithsimmons blog (to which I welcome you, faithful reader), I was both intrigued and apprehensive. Sure, it would be fun to blog about Simmons and myself and the intersections of the two (I am paraphrasing the description I was given; if I'm misstating it, I'm sure this will be the last post from you will read), but what if I run out of things to say? What if I have nothing to say? What if I simply forget the blog is there?
Well, trust me there's always something to say about Simmons, whether it's a surprise visit from a delightful member of the Class of '58 just this morning (Hi, Cookie!) or chatting with an Emeritus Professor about her book on Simmons history and women's education or just wondering what the greened in "quad" behind the MCB will look like when it's finished. Then on the other hand there's whatever else I happen to be thinking about today (that being the economic outlook of the country and a new biography on Emily Dickinson----and not necessarily in that order).
So I trust I'll find something to chat about--and am looking forward to seeing others help a conversation spontaneously generate. And, accepting as fact that if I don't write something down I might well forget it, I've set aside a few moments in my calendar to blog on by every now and again...hope you join me.
Jason--
I stumbled onto your blog and now I will stalk you. Not seriously, please don't hit me with the Patriot Act-- but I am curious about how you like the Comm Mgt. program. I use the stuff I learned all the time!!!
Hope you are well and still a revolutionary-- No on 8, Yes on 8, I don't know which is which, but I am folowing the whole thing on Andrew Sullivan's blog.
Later--
Ellen Donovan
Hi, Jason:
Great to see you're blogging (or not) here. I'll be hoping for more, so forget about your other blogs and concentrate on this one. Check out mine, too.
- Lynette