In doing the rounds today of my various bookmarked RSS feeds, I came across one post in which gave a “happiness quote from Virginia Woolf”.
Virginia Woolf? As in “walked into a river with stones in her pockets to drown herself” Virginia Woolf? She would not my first choice of sources for happiness quotations!
What’s next? Marksmanship with Hemingway? Cooking with Plath?
This brings me round to the topic of blogging. Having joined the vast hordes of sheeple who own iPhones, I’ve now got a half-dozen different ways to stay connected to friends and strangers around the globe. I’m “Hamish MacDonald” on Facebook, “hamishmacdonald” on Twitter, and so on.
But what to say? It turns out that the minutiae of others’ lives are actually rather compelling. It’s nice to know what my friends are up to and where they’re up to it. Personally, I spent the weekend indoors, making books for the small press fair on the 27th, getting little chores done, and generally trying to stanch the flow of money from the financial sucking chest wound that was August. (But fun, unlike a sucking chest wound.) So my GPS co-ordinates really didn’t change much. And how much “I’m eating popcorn” and “I’m eating popcorn again” do you need?
Time to get out more!
