hankrules2011

Book reviews, health, hockey, publishing, music

Archive for July, 2013

Death of my Father

Posted by Scott Holstad on July 31, 2013

Yesterday was the worst day of my life. My father died suddenly and unexpectedly at my house early yesterday afternoon. I got home from a meeting to find my parents at my house. Dad was mowing my yard for me, which he’s done often and is really appreciated. However, shortly after noon, he sat down in a chair on my patio, sweating like crazy and he started gasping for breath. I didn’t see this. Mom took him a glass of water, but he slumped down to the ground, which I did see and Mom yelled that he was having heatstroke, so I wet down two towels and took them out to cool him off. But he was on his side moaning and gasping and, essentially, issuing croaking sounds from his mouth and he was shaking too. It was horrible! I’d never seen him like this. I’d never heard such sounds come from a human. I asked him if he wanted me to call 911 and said I would, but he croaked out a “No” — his last word. Mom asked if he wanted to sit up, and he barely nodded, so we sat him up and I held him steady. But his head slumped to his chest and it didn’t appear that he was breathing, so I called 911 and, with them on the line, I performed CPR on my father for about 10 minutes, until emergency personnel arrived and took over. They tried for 10 more minutes. There were eight emergency workers there, and they’d blocked off the road. They named three different hospitals they were going to take him to before settling on Erlanger, the heart hospital downtown. But I knew it was too late. He had stopped sweating, had gone cold. His lips had turned white. He wasn’t breathing; there was no pulse. He was dead. Mom kept talking about heatstroke, I guess because she was in denial, but we rushed to the hospital where we were shown to a special, private visiting family room. Literally, 15 minutes later, a doctor and two nurses came in and told us that they had gotten his pulse back, briefly, but lost it and they had tried to shock his heart, but he was gone. He was dead. My dad was dead!!! FUCK!!! Mom started asking questions, but I tried to quiet her, because they were largely senseless. We were taken back to view the body. We stayed with Dad for about 20 minutes. I held Mom as she cried. My parents were elderly, but Mom’s nine years older than Dad and she was sobbing about how she was supposed to go first. I didn’t know what to do. This might sound macabre, but I took a picture of him lying there, with tubes and instruments sticking out of him. He head was yellow. His skin was cold as ice. I kissed him on his forehead and we left.

I’d always worried about Dad going because he’s fought two battles with cancer, and has had three or four serious operations because of it, but he’s survived. I never thought a heart attack — or something like it — would kill him. That’s not in our family. I guess it is now.

Mom and I made lists. My wife came home and we held each other, crying, before going over to Mom’s. There’s so much to do, so much to take care of. And we couldn’t find Dad’s final arrangements anywhere — not in his two safes. Mom’s having to wing it. The funeral service will probably be next Saturday in Knoxville, where they moved from to be near me. That’s where their friends are, their home church is, their burial plots are. I think we’re going to have him cremated. Mom wants me to drive up to Knoxville Friday to meet with the pastor to discuss the service, and then to go to the funeral home to see the body one final time. I’m not sure I want to do that, but that’s what she wants. She doesn’t want to live in their house anymore, by herself. It’s a two story house and she could fall on the stairs. I don’t know what to do. She could move in with us, but we don’t have much room and everyone would be squeezed in on top of one another. One option is to sell both houses and buy one large house for more room. Perhaps up in Knoxville. Chattanooga has been a disaster anyway. I’ve never had good job luck here and neither has my wife (or my parents). I got divorced here from my ex-wife. Bad vibes. It’d be good to start over. The only problem is, while Mom would like to be in Knoxville again, the job market is no better there than here, so we’d be facing similar problems. I just don’t know what to do.

I have to be honest — I’m petrified. Dad was the glue that held this family together. He was giving and caring and sacrificial and loving and he was the person I turned to in emergencies and for advice, and frankly, he was a real handyman — something I’m not at all — and he took care of both houses. Now I have to step up to the plate and I don’t know how. I don’t know how I’m going to make it without him. Gretchen’s going to miss him. My mom definitely doesn’t know what she’s going to do without him. This is a nightmare. I can’t believe this has happened. At my house. While mowing. And he suffered. He was in pain. It only lasted maybe 20 minutes or so, but it was horrible to witness and I would gladly have taken his place if I could have. Mom still thinks it’s a combination of heat and stress, but he simply had a heart attack and died. The thing I’m beating myself up over is, what if I had called 911 five minutes earlier, when I asked him? What if I had ignored him when he said “No” and called. Would it have saved him? Did I unwittingly kill him? Am I responsible? I tried to do the CPR as best I could, but I failed there too. I could tell he was dead while I was doing it. I was so distraught. I am still.

A number of personal friends and friends of the family have emailed me and I feel overwhelmed. I have something like 60 or 70 email messages to respond to. I don’t know when I’ll have the time or inclination. At least people care. People wrote repeatedly in these messages about how much they loved my dad, about what a positive impact he had made on their lives. I hope some will come to the funeral service. Dad was one of 10 children. Now there are only five left, and none live remotely close. I don’t even know if his own family will be able to attend the service. How sad.

I don’t know what to do. I feel lost. I feel empty inside. I’m tormented too, because we didn’t always have the best relationship, although we had both reached out to rectify that over the past decade. I’m an only child and I didn’t always treat him right. It took my maturing for me to gain the proper perspective on my dad. I love him; I always will. I just wish I could have said goodbye somehow. I feel so guilty.

Posted in Health | Tagged: , , , , , , , | 25 Comments »

Liriano a Cy Young candidate

Posted by Scott Holstad on July 30, 2013

Liriano a Cy Young candidate

via Don’t laugh: Liriano a Cy Young candidate – SweetSpot Blog – ESPN.

Finally. A season to cheer about in Pittsburgh — for baseball! After 20 consecutive losing seasons, it’s almost August and we’re half a game out of first place and playing really well. And Liriano has had a spectacular year, as has Pedro Alvarez, who leads the National league in home runs. Go Bucs!

Posted in Sports | Tagged: , , , , | Leave a Comment »

A Review of Born Standing Up

Posted by Scott Holstad on July 27, 2013

Born Standing Up: A Comic's LifeBorn Standing Up: A Comic’s Life by Steve Martin

My rating: 5 of 5 stars

Steve Martin’s autobiography is a charming, witty, humorous, and at times sobering tale of his life as a stand up comedian, including everything that led up to that point. It starts with his family, when he was a boy in Southern California. He had very poor relations with his father, which obviously impacted him, and not much better relations with his mother and sister. He started working at Disneyland when he was 10, eventually moving into the magic store to sell its wares while he learned how to be a magician. Later, he moved to a theater at Knott’s Berry Farm, played the banjo, did bits of stand up and magic, recited poetry, and did a little bit of everything. I was happy to recall that he enrolled at one of my alma maters — Long Beach State (or as it’s now known, California State University Long Beach), where he majored in philosophy. He was also trying out at places to do magic and stand up. He took his studies seriously, but eventually got a gig up in LA, so he transferred to UCLA (another school I also attended) and found it to be much harder than Long Beach. LOL! Eventually, he was traveling around picking up gigs — this was in the mid-60s — and found some up in San Francisco. When we think of Steve Martin, we often think of his records and the crowds he packed in, but we don’t often realize he paid his dues for 10 years, traveling the stand up circuit around the country, playing to crowds of three and four at a time, making next to nothing. He decided, at some point, that he would start making jokes without punchlines, and while at first, audiences didn’t quite get it, eventually he started winning them over with his wackiness. He landed a job as a writer for the Smothers Brothers and eventually got on the Tonight Show with Johnny Carson. He writes he didn’t really get recognized until he had been on that show 16 times. I think he’s being truthful is writing that. When SNL came out, Martin was both flabbergasted and elated, because he had thought he was the only one in the country doing “new comedy,” but here was an entire group of talented people he could relate to. He was soon asked to host, and went on to host numerous times. Finally, his manager got a record out, and it sold a million and a half albums. He started to get the recognition he had sought for so long. By the early 80s, he was playing to crowds of 45,000! It was crazy. And it got to him. He was booked for two years straight, and the life on the road — alone — really got to him. So he got out, in 1981. Left stand up for acting, and never looked back — until this book. Eventually, he reconciled to a degree with his family, shortly before his parents died, and that was nice to read about. Martin doesn’t go into great detail about his personal relationships, but does mention a few, as well as some of his relations with other performers. (Did you know Lindsey Buckingham and Stevie Nicks opened for him?) This is an introspective book that tells of a hard climb up the ladder to comedic success, and leaving it for the unknown with no regrets. It’s a quick read; I read it in one day. It’s very entertaining and very interesting and I certainly recommend this, not only for fans of Steve Martin, but for anyone.

View all my reviews

Posted in Writing | Tagged: , , , , , , | Leave a Comment »

A Review of Philip K. Dick: Five Novels of the 1960s and 70s

Posted by Scott Holstad on July 25, 2013

Five Novels of the 1960s & 70s (Library of America #183)Five Novels of the 1960s & 70s by Philip K. Dick

My rating: 4 of 5 stars

I only read three of the five novels in this anthology, as I already own and have read two of them. So this review will only be about the three I just finished reading. All in all, it wasn’t the best anthology of Dick’s work I could expect, but I guess the first volume of this three volume series was. I thought a couple of the novels in this book were a little weak, but a couple were also very good — thus, the four out of five stars….

The book starts with Martian Time-Slip. It’s about human colonies on a desolate Mars, and right away you meet the indigenous Martian population, the Bleekmen — also called “niggers” because they’re black, I guess. I tell you, I’m starting to get pissed off at Dick’s overt racism in his novels, even though I’ve never read of any evidence that he was a racist. In my review of Flow My Tears, I wrote the following:

“I’m starting to notice a disturbing theme in Dick’s books: he doesn’t seem to hold black people in high regard. In this novel, black people are being sterilized out of existence and Jason seems to be glad of it. Dick also treats blacks oddly in The Crack in Space and there are pissed off, drugged out black people in Counter-Clock World. Evidently, Watts serves as Dick’s place of ultimate black fear and evil.”

To refer to your characters as “niggers,” even in the early ’60s, seems outrageous to me. It’s not like Dick was from the South or anything….

Anyway, we meet Jack Bohlen, a schizophrenic repairman, who is hired to construct a device for communicating with Manfred, a severely autistic child who others think can tell the future. I found the novel boring and it was obsessed with schizophrenia, which in odd 1960s understandings of it, is shakily discussed here. Apparently every third person in the world has it. Okay then…. I stayed the course and read the book, but the ending completely threw me, and not in a good way. Of course, Dick’s endings are often very twisty, but this one made no sense to me at all. It’s like he wrote himself into a corner and came up with this quick “fix” to get himself out of the jam, and that’s how he left it. I found the book depressing and unsatisfying and would be hard pressed to give it three stars.

The next book was Dr. Bloodmoney, which was better. It’s a post-apocalyptic novel, which might seem trite now, but was probably fairly original when it was published in the ’60s. There are a LOT of characters and sometimes it’s hard to remember all of them and what they all do, but Dick ties them together (sometimes TOO neatly) so that everything works out. It’s a far fetched idea he writes about, but I was willing to buy it, so there you go. I did think it was a little too long and could have been more concise. Maybe 3.5 stars.

A pretty good novel was the third one, Now Wait For Last Year. It’s about a drug called JJ-180, a hallucinogenic that’s not only mind altering, but it causes people to move in time, forwards, backwards, etc. One capsule is completing addicting, and it eventually causes death. It was developed as a weapon of war, since Terra (Earth) is joined with the Starmen to fight the Reegs, a war the Terrans are losing. We meet Dr. Eric Sweetscent and his wife Kathy, who he’s on the outs with. He works for a large company, but is hired to serve as the UN Secretary General’s personal physician. However, the plot starts getting odd when Eric encounters several different version of the “The Mole” and when Kathy sneakily addicts Eric to JJ-180, where he discovers he goes forward in time. He seeks an antidote, and finds one. He also finds alternate realities, a recurring PKD theme, and even talks to himself in other years to get advice. He finds that the Reegs are actually a good ally to have in the future, and that with them, the Terrans defeat the Starmen, but as there are alternate realities to different years, he has a lot to deal with. He’s on the run throughout part of the novel, and things are not always what they seem. There seem to be some irrelevant plot points in the novel, which weakens it a bit in my mind (why does the Mole send him to the girl in Pasadena — pointless…), but the characters in this book seem, for PKD, surprisingly fleshed out and it’s a good read. My only significant complaint is the abrupt ending, a complaint I have about a lot of Dick’s books. I was reading and wondering what was going to happen next, only to turn the page and find out I’d come to the end of the novel. No warning. Very disquieting. Still, a pretty decent book.

You’ll find my review of Flow My Tears, the Policeman Said at https://hankrules2011.wordpress.com/20… and of A Scanner Darkly (a very good book) at https://hankrules2011.wordpress.com/20….

This book isn’t perfect, but it’s worth reading. There are some fine tales here. Recommended.

View all my reviews

Posted in Writing | Tagged: , , , , , , , | 1 Comment »

Jobs

Posted by Scott Holstad on July 23, 2013

My wife begins a new job today. It’s not necessarily ideal, but it’s pretty decent and she should enjoy it. It’s been a frustrating process, because she’s gotten interviews, but not offers. However, I’m not even getting interviews. I’ve been looking for a job for 13 months. I got one in February, started in March, but it was a contract job and they had virtually no work for me. They terminated my contract after only five weeks, saying only positive things about me. It was weird. And it was back to square one for me. Since then, I’ve found nearly no jobs to apply for, and the ones I’ve applied for haven’t called me. In fact, I’ve only interviewed with three companies over the past 13 months! One of my problems is I’m in a niche field — tech writing/editing. There aren’t many jobs like that in Chattanooga. They’re few and far between. So I’m stuck. Unless I take a retail job or something like that, which would force me to work nights and weekends (which I don’t want to do), I guess I’ll keep looking for something in my field. I’ve also done project management, but increasingly those positions require a degree in that particular field, so it’s hard to even find a decent project manager position. It’s been really frustrating. So we’re poor as hell!  We’ve been doing some contract work out of the house, but it doesn’t pay much, and certainly isn’t worth the time we put into it. So anyway, back to my wife. She starts today. It’s going to be a satellite office for a company out of Nashville and she’s going to be her own boss, for all intents and purposes. I’m really happy for her. Maybe I’ll go over and have lunch with her sometimes. Meanwhile, I keep applying for full time, contract, and free lance jobs here. I applied for a free lance copy editing job two weeks ago, having copy editing experience with newspapers and magazines, and they haven’t called me. I don’t know what the problem is. I think my resume’s pretty good. One of my problems is I’m over-educated. I have three degrees. But I take one of them off my resume for some jobs. Which really ticks me off because I spent a lot of time and money getting those degrees — I shouldn’t have to leave them off my resume. But I think that has hurt me. I also think my age has hurt me. I have experience dating back to the mid-90s on my resume, so clearly I’m in my 40s. I think a lot of companies want younger employees, which irritates the shit out of me. I’ll work for as cheap as a 25 year old — I just need a damn job! I’ve thought about branching out as a full time free lance editor, but I really want the security of a paycheck every two weeks. You know? I’d also like benefits, truth be told. But at this point, I’ll take practically anything. If a contract job pays enough (and it should), I can buy my own insurance…. Anyway, offer some congrats to me wife and if you have any advice for me, feel free to offer it. Cheers!

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged: , , , , | 2 Comments »

Dustin Jeffrey signs with Pittsburgh Penguins

Posted by Scott Holstad on July 21, 2013

Dustin Jeffrey signs 1-year deal with Pittsburgh Penguins – ESPN.

Wow, I knew we had lost Jarome Iginla to Boston in the off season, but I didn’t know we’d also lost Brenden Morrow and, more importantly, Matt Cooke. I feel especially bitter about Cooke, who had been a thug until two years ago when Pittsburgh told him to clean his act up or get out — and he did. And he’s been a very productive player. I thought he’d be a Penguin for life. I’m really bummed about it. I can’t believe he signed with Minnesota as a free agent. What was he thinking? Pittsburgh was his home! Damn!

All I’ve got to say is that goaltender we drafted a few weeks ago better turn out to be world class, and soon, because we need another Stanley Cup and we need a world class goaltender to get it. Our two goaltenders are good, but not that good….

Posted in Sports | Tagged: , , , , | Leave a Comment »

A Review of Prometheus Road

Posted by Scott Holstad on July 17, 2013

Prometheus RoadPrometheus Road by Bruce Balfour

My rating: 2 of 5 stars

I got to page 229 of this 320 page book and gave up. It just got too silly. I tried, I really did, but while I like dystopian novels, this one had odd problems from the beginning. Tom Eliot lives in a agriculture-based commune in the western part of the US which has been blasted by “the gods.” San Francisco is now submerged and other cities are now piles of rubble. Tom incurs the wrath of the gods by venturing too far into restricted zones, and Hermes comes and demolishes his family, thus forcing him to flee. He’s saved by an old hermit named Magnus, who turns out to be his uncle, and who seemingly knows all. They team up with the Dead Man, a corpse who years previously had created this AI world for DARPA that has now taken over the world, the AIs acting as gods to the idiot populace. This starts reading like The Matrix, as Magnus begins to train Tom for his journey on Prometheus Road so he can defeat the evil AIs and free mankind. Training takes place while Tom’s asleep. And it reads kind of like Alice in Wonderland. There’s an oracle, Tom turns into a river and a trout, who’s actually his dog, speaks to him. It’s really kind of weird.

Hermes is on the hunt for Tom, who the AI gods view as a threat. Why? I never found out. I guess the author makes it clear by the end of the book. He better. Tom loses Magnus to Hermes as he travels to Las Vegas to team up with someone there who can help destroy a data center. Meanwhile, the language and imagery just keep getting stranger and stranger. The AIs are in the Stronghold somewhere down Prometheus Road, a virtual road I never figured out. Tom has to find the Stronghold to destroy the AI software the Dead Man built. It’s apparently hidden in the “Jewel of Dreaming,” which is close to the “Tree of Dreams.” Meanwhile, Tom has “vision vine poison” in his system. It just starts to sound silly after awhile. What started out as moderately promising just disintegrates into stupidity. And that doesn’t account for his girlfriend, also on the run from the gods after disobeying her strict father who tortured her by shocking her body. She now lives in the Vegas sewers. It’s all quite crazy. I enjoyed Balfour’s The Digital Dead, for the most part, which is I why I gave this such a lengthy chance, but now I’m just fed up with it and am washing my hands of it. I don’t care what happens to Tom. Balfour lost me a long time ago. Not recommended.

View all my reviews

By the way, I have now passed 300 blog posts here on WordPress, so celebrate my posting anniversary by leaving a comment. Thanks!

Posted in Writing | Tagged: , , , , , , , | Leave a Comment »

A Review of AC/DC: Maximum Rock and Roll

Posted by Scott Holstad on July 16, 2013

AC/DC: Maximum Rock & Roll: The Ultimate Story of the World's Greatest Rock-and-Roll BandAC/DC: Maximum Rock & Roll: The Ultimate Story of the World’s Greatest Rock-and-Roll Band by Murray Engleheart

My rating: 3 of 5 stars

I wanted to give this bio on AC/DC more stars, but I think it has too many weaknesses to do that. That said, this 488 page book is a beast of a bio and one does learn quite a lot about the band.

This well-researched book starts out in the ’60s with the Young brothers. Malcolm and Angus watched as their older brother George achieved some international stardom with a group called The Easybeats, but that group didn’t last too long. The brothers were excellent guitar players and started playing early on. They were also tiny — Malcolm’s 5’3″ and Angus is 5’2″ — and took a lot of crap from people. However, they were feisty Scots living in Australia and held their own in fights. A lot of fights. They formed AC/DC around 1973 with singer Dave Evans, who was replaced by the infamous Bon Scott, and they started producing records in the mid ’70s. They worked hard, but didn’t get much of a following for a long time. They toured England, Europe, the US, etc., opening for KISS, Aerosmith, Deep Purple, Black Sabbath, Cheap Trick, Boston, Styx, Foreigner, even the Little River Band, much to their disgust. Their intent was to blow the headliners off the stage, and they usually did. They developed a reputation for being LOUD and even though their records weren’t selling off the charts, they believed in themselves. Then in early 1980, Bon Scott died of alcohol poisoning, and they found Brian Johnson to replace him. They came out with Back In Black, which catapulted them into mega-stardom. That album has gone on to sell over 50 MILLION copies, second only to Michael Jackson’s Thriller. Whereas before, they were playing to crowds of 8,000 or 17,000, they soon found themselves headlining and playing to much larger crowds in stadiums all over the world. I’ve always been a big fan of Queen and was a little put off by the books’ claims that AC/DC has sold some 150 million albums internationally, trying to make them big shots, when I know Queen has allegedly sold some 300 million albums, and I didn’t care too much about AC/DC playing to 50,000 people in a stadium when Queen played to 130,000 people in Brazil, in fact 250,000 in two nights. But AC/DC apparently played for as many as a million people at a concert in Moscow, so I guess that’s saying something.

One thing that bugged me about this book was the authors are such fan boys. AC/DC is the greatest band that ever walked the earth for these two, and that’s crap. I wouldn’t even list them in my top 20 bands of all time; indeed, I don’t know where I’d place them. One of what they considered to be their strengths is what I consider to be a weakness — their musical formulas. They have hits that are formulaic and they don’t want to waiver from that. They want to play AC/DC music. Well, other bands branch out, expand, experiment, and I have a lot more respect for those bands than I do for those resting on their musical laurels pumping out the same stuff year after year. But that’s me.

Another thing that bugged me about this book was we learned some details I didn’t want to know and didn’t learn other details I would consider important. For instance, during the ’70s, the band kept getting and giving VD to girls all over the world, especially Bon Scott. WTF? Did I really need to know that? That’s gross. However, at some point Angus got married, yet we never learn a thing about that, how he met his wife, who she is, where they lived, what she did, etc. Totally omitted from the book. Same with the other guys in the band. We learn the drummer is into fast cars. We learn Malcolm hit the bottle pretty hard. But here’s where I think the real weakness of the book is — it’s formulaic, just like AC/DC’s music. Virtually each chapter is about an album. It begins with the group making the album, has a few lines about a couple of the songs, and then goes into length on the subsequent tour. Over and over, year after year. It gets really repetitive. And boring. What about the people? What about the relationships? What about critiquing the songs? Other rock bios I’ve read critique the songs from each album. This doesn’t. At least this one covers album art, which has been one of my major complaints of other rock bios, the fact that most don’t cover that aspect of things, and I think it’s important.

AC/DC continued to get bigger and bigger post-1980, which surprised me. I can only think of one or two albums they put out past Back In Black, but they actually sold well and did huge tours. I didn’t know.

One nice thing about this book is the pictures. Lots of color photographs, as well as some black and white ones. Here’s another complaint though — the first half of the book felt a lot more detailed than the second half. The authors go into extensive detail on the band’s early years, the recordings, Bon’s goings on, the touring, and then after Brian comes aboard, they seem to just jump from highlight to highlight, leaving a lot out. Oh well. Oh, I also got tired of the band’s hubris. Unwarranted.

This is a pretty decent book which could have been much better with more detail. The band is pretty good, although not as good as they think they are. I do like listening to them and listened to a lot of their stuff while reading this, but I’m glad I’m done with the book and can move on, because as I mentioned, it got quite repetitive. I’m not sure if I can recommend this book. Certainly not to the casual reader. I guess AC/DC fans will like it though. Read with caution.

View all my reviews

Posted in Writing | Tagged: , , , , , , , | 2 Comments »

Xanga Revisited

Posted by Scott Holstad on July 15, 2013

Well, I see Xanga is still fighting for it’s survival. I guess that might be a good thing, but I do think it’s a losing effort. They’ve extended their deadline for continued existence by two weeks to the end of July. They’ve raised 38K to keep them going, although they still need close to 65K, which I don’t see them getting. And then there’s this idea of migrating to WordPress. They still haven’t said exactly how that will play out. They say they’re building Xanga 2.0 on the WordPress platform and that they want to keep the things that have made Xanga unique, such as simplicity (as in Friends Lock), community (blogrings?), and privacy. That’s all well and good, but how is that going to work on WordPress? Will there  be Xanga-only WordPress blogrings now? I miss Xanga blogrings. WordPress only has tags to enable you to find other bloggers, and it pales in comparison to Xanga’s blogrings, but I don’t see how Xanga can have them on WordPress. Magic, perhaps? And Friends Lock? I guess that’s possible. I feel good about not having Friends Lock or Sign In Lock here anymore though. This way, anyone can read your blog and that’s the way it should be. If you want a private journal, don’t share your URL. I read that Xanga is trying to implement these, as well as Protected Posting, in Xanga 2.0 here on WordPress, but they still don’t say how this will work. And if I’m correct, I think they intend to charge for blogging on Xanga 2.0, which will kill it for me. Frankly, I lost interest in Xanga two years ago when I migrated here myself, because nearly all of my friends had left Xanga. I think Xanga’s trying too little too late, which is a pity. They had a good thing there for awhile. Part of me hopes that Xanga won’t make it because I think Xanga 2.0 will be a shell of itself, a sad reminder of what was, and not for free at that. Part of me wants to see Xanga make it, just for nostalgic purposes. I wonder what WordPress is getting out of this? They must be charging Xanga an awful lot for this service migration. I would if I were them. That’s a lot of new users to add at one time. Oh, how I miss the old days on Xanga. But I’m committed to my WordPress site here and I look forward to meeting new people here all the time. Cheers!

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged: , , , , | 8 Comments »

200th Follower

Posted by Scott Holstad on July 14, 2013

I just got my 200th WordPress follower and I’m excited. I started this blog two years ago after coming over from Xanga, and it’s been a long time coming, but now I’ve got 200 followers and I appreciate each and every one of them. That said, #200 is Stories by Mercilo Daviss, a blogger who posts daily stories of 250 words or less. I shall have to start reading their work now, eh? Thanks to Mercilo Daviss for following me, as well as the rest of you. Now it’s on to 250 and 300, yes? Let’s hope it won’t take another year to attain these goals. And I’ll live, of course, if I never do. I just try to post things of interest to me and hope that others might find the posts interesting. Apparently, most people seem to like my book reviews, so I’ll keep doing that. My only question is, why don’t people leave comments? A lot of people will “like” a post, but I rarely get comments. I can’t figure that out. Why would I be gaining followers consistently if no one had anything to think or say about my content? Odd…. Anyway, thank you Mercilo Daviss and thanks to the rest of you for being followers. I’ll try not to let you down. Cheers!

Posted in Uncategorized | Tagged: , , , , | 2 Comments »

 
Cafe Book Bean

Talk Books. Drink Coffee.

Simple Living Over 50

Defining Life's Changes

The Book Review Directory

Over 150 Book Reviewer Bloggers Listed

Chaos Inc.

The Strange Happenings of a submissive "little"

A.D. Martin

writing - novels - film - television - video games - other stuff

In My Words

Life in my own words, my thoughts, my daily happenings, whatever....

Ravings of a Madman

(and other assorted things)

Crumpled Paper Cranes

Fumbling by Leisure, Singing to Cake

My Blog News And Blues Reviews

WHATEVER YOU'RE LOOKING FOR

I Read Encyclopedias for Fun

The official blog of Jay Dee Archer. Exploring new worlds, real and fictional.

Piece of Mind

Everything in my blog is sprinkled with wizard dust.

Kiss My Glass Boston

Wine, cocktails, whatever.

My Preconceived Life

trying to add another person to the planet

bluchickenninja.com

graphic designer, bibliophile, spoonie

Drunken Dragon Reviews

A Fantasy Blog Gone Horribly Wrong.

Lynette Noni

Embrace The Wonder

Megan Has OCD

About Mental Health, Daily Struggles, and Whatever Else Pops in My Head

Tropical Affair

Observations of the illusion through the eyes of wonder...