AKMA’s Random Thoughts

Come On In

Today’s my second blogiversary, and all day friends have been virtually wandering through, helping themselves to drinks at one of the bars (there’s an ample supply of juices and sodas in one of the rooms, for friends who don’t drink), making pizzas for themselves and eating other people’s pizzas, gobbling up lots of fruit and vegetables, and especially having lots of chips with one of Margaret’s spectacular dips (she makes superb pesto, luscious hummus, and excellent guacamole). Wireless all over the place. Interested employers in casual, but animated, conversation with opportunity-seeking blog-neighbors. A stealthy philanthropist and an alert VC listen intently to impassioned descriptions of projects, visions, plans, and ventures. Every now and then, raucous laughter erupts. Furious arguments flare with conflicting certainties, then dissipate in respectful acknowledgment of deeply-felt, well-thought-out divergent convictions. Children of all sorts of ages run among our legs,, and I look out for Si to make sure everyone’s having a good time.

The party’s so big that not everyone would get along well if they had to hang out in the same close quarters, but that’s one of the beauties of digital media: no one has to cross anyone’s path if they don’t want to. There’s plenty of invigorating conversation where you want to find it, and you can just not go where you don’t want.

And it all swirls around, not “orbiting around me” — Blogaria can manage quite well without ever noticing I’m here — but surrounding me on all sides, enveloping me with brilliance and difference and heart and voice and authenticity and goodness and humanity with a vividness and ardor that daily knock me for a loop.

Well it was one of those days
Larger than life
When your friends came to dinner
And they stayed the night

And then they cleaned out the refrigerator -
They ate everything in sight

And then they stayed up in the living room
And they cried all night

Strange angels - singing just for me
Old stories - they're haunting me
This is nothing like I thought it would be.
- - “Strange Angels,” Laurie Anderson

Thank you all so very much. Stay as long as you like. It’s a privilege to have a chance to visit with you.