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Jenny interviews people at Thoughtcast.   Here is a link to an interview with David Weinberger, Stowe Boyd, and Chris Nolan following last month’s Symposium on Social Architecture.

With a little help from our friends…

Michelle Goodrich put the logo together at Mandarin Design in a table layout.  Chris Locke captured it as a graphic image using one of the tools he’ll talk about next week.  Frank Paynter stole it because it looks cool and posted it right here on this blog!

Next week, I’ll assemble responses to this question and I’ll serialize them here and at Doc Searls IT Garage.  Meanwhile, I think a little Bo Diddley background music is called for.  And if anyone can find the Doors, the Yardbirds, or the Stones doing this same tune… well, it would be a community service to post the .mp3

How do you blog, how do you blog, how do you blog…

While I’ve been hectoring (that’s ancient Greek for noodging) David Weinberger about a contribution to our modest "How do you blog " project, David has been assembling and publishing another edition of JOHO.  The 12/5/2005 issue has three substantial chapters, each of which is a good read and provides fodder to the blogger who wants to kick-start his early morning ruminations.

[ProClaimer… David has already been kind enough to share a brief reflection on the topic, and - embarrassingly enough - I’ve been begging him for more.  My deadline is extensible…  I want most of the material to be available to work on this weekend, but I can see by the generous volume of material that has begun to accumulate that this will not be a one post wonder, but will be a series of daily posts spread out over next week.  So to the academics who want to contribute but feel pressured by the season, there’s time to put something together.  Please.]

A large part of the current JOHO is given to Chapter Three of David’s soon to be new book, "Everything is Miscellaneous."  The chapter provides links to everyone from (Weinberger on) Aristotle to Borges (on Wilkinson and ordered lists) but does not go into depth about why nobody seems to know Aristotle’s first name.

Anyway, it won’t be easy to steal any more bandwidth from David than he has already been kind enough to give me.  But I’ll keep trying.

I got a link from the December 15th AARP Bulletin.  This may be my first and only unsolicited mainstream positive  recognition.  There I am, in the list, right below Ronni Bennett and not that far down from Millie Garfield.

Here’s what they said:

Frank Paynter’s Sandhill Trek (http://sandhill.typepad.com/sandhill_trek/)
is about life on the farm, dealing with the inevitable loss of beloved pets,
progressive politics, nature and other topics, rendered in sometimes lyrical
prose.

I like the phrase "sometimes lyrical prose."  I guess they missed the part where the mean son-of-a-bitch comes out and I rave and rage against the idiocy of a populace so dim-witted, deluded, or careless or greedy, so miserably callous and cold that they could elect the mass murdered from Crawford, Texas - Mr. Death Penalty himself - to not one but two terms in office.  Wait.  Maybe that’s the "progressive politics" part.

I left a comment at Halley’s Comment a while ago, a reflection on the following post -

Halley says,

I don’t eat sugar. I don’t put sugar in my hot tea, in my iced tea, in
coffee, in most anything. I eat sweet things, but just not granulated
sugar for the most part.

So I never had a sugar bowl on my table for a long, long, time.

And then, this fall, I bought a sugar bowl.

You’d
think I’d started serving magic potions to people — they LOVE my sugar
bowl. I find I’m refilling it all the time, which is annoying, but also
find that I have a lot more people sitting down to chat, waste an
afternoon and stir some sugar into their coffee or tea. And that, I
kinda like.

Reflecting on that, I noted that nobody seems to use our sugar bowls.  They always end up filled with a solid impenetrable white crystalline rock, a product of the geologic time between disturbance and the humidity, I guess.  By the time we have to refill the sugar bowl the container we fill it from has usually hardened beyond use as well.

Sometimes we have honey.

My sweet little comment vanished into the black hole of Halley’s moderation.  I think it had something to do with the tone.  Not saccharine enough perhaps.

Bag and Baggage turned four and I neglected to send a card.  Happy Birthday Denise!  And HB to the Tyler (two) too.  Where does the time go?

Dad will be 82 tomorrow… he turned down an invitation to dinner.  It’s his bowling night.  Since he’s been in that Friday night league for fifty years or more, I get why he wouldn’t want to miss a night.

There is news, good news, and a creative outpouring from all over.  Michael O’Connor Clarke has taken a senior management position at Marqui!  Ronni Bennett is in Portland Maine looking for a new home. 

Problem with blog postings is that we catch a snapshot and seldom turn all the little images into a flipbook.  This deprives us of context and motion.

Rather than substantiate the following assertion with mere data, I’m going to ask you to take it on faith.  The bull market is back and the world o’ blogs, a mere parking lot for so many underemployed refugees from the dot com daze, has emerged as the paper of record.

Tidy people are using aggregators to roll their own info-feeds and are better informed than they were last year.  Newspaper circulation has again declined in all markets.  Messy people like me still haven’t gotten our minds around personal aggregation since it smacks of newspapers piling up on the porch.

There is no way out of Iraq and southwest asia looks like a re-run of southeast asia without the leeches.  Bush, struggling for any action he might take to appear effective, threatens long prison terms for illegals apprehended by el migre.

Brian Moffatt quotes Geordie Best:  “I spent a lot of my money on booze, birds and fast cars - the rest I just squandered.”

Yes, at Sandhill we share all the fits that’s news to print.

Here, for friends, family and the occasional reader who might have floated in on a Google search for "woodchuck pie,"

BESO!

It’s Mandarin Meg’s birthday today.  Shirl says we should drop in and tell her HBD from Elvis. I’ll leave that up to you.

Hard for me to believe that it’s been two and a half years since she put up with my silliness in this interview.

For a look at the real Michelle Goodrich without th eSandhill innuendo, visit her "about" page.