Virginia Breeze

, originally uploaded by Davidlind.

When we were up in Washington I was impressed by the bridges we passed through on our way to the zoo. Some of them are quite grand. This one had a shiny orange/red interior.

I don’t know if this photo is any good or not. But I like it. So here it is.

Also. . .I wrote in a recent post HERE about a different strategy to increase readership involving increasing Page Rank by internal post linking.

Example:   Bernie has written some very encouraging things today here at VB.  You can see in the comments here that he feels this photo is alright.  I appreciate that very much because I really didn’t have a clue.  I just “thought” it looked interesting.

I’m going to add some NextGen stuff about bridges we saw as we drove along this route.  One of them I think is really cool.  Can you tell which one?

I went over to Bernie’s to see what he was doing and he also is fooling around with bridges!  What a coincidence!   So here is the Link to Bernie’s Bridge.  . .

http://sindianavisions.wordpress.com/2008/10/17/madison-indiana-sunset/

If we are going to be successful bloggers  (and I believe we are going to succeed) we need to try new things and find new ways to grow.

I guarantee you that this post will be gathering readers who will shoot over to Bernies Bridge long after a StumbleUpon link has fizzled out. I feel like we were seduced by SU in the early stages of our blogging experiences.   “It’s all about Plastic” as Mr. Robinson used to say.  (But Mrs Robinson had a different story).   Don’t get me wrong.  I like SU a lot.  But I understand now why it’s not really there to promote individual blogs.  It promotes cool posts.  Growing a blog requires a helping hand from Google.

Because links like these help to increase PR and Google is a LOT bigger than StumbleUpon.  See?

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I’m in the Chesterfield Mall this morning.  The dining court has a high peaked roof and all the sound bounces around up there.  I just tried calling Beth and we had a somewhat unsatisfactory conversation because of bouncing sound.  But the WiFi seems to be working well.  Come on by if you are near here and look for the guy in the plaid shirt typing away at a table with uneven legs.  It’s difficult to type on a wobbly table.  But they fixed up the bathrooms.  Stellar B rooms.  Hoping everyone will decide the Mall is too nice to pass up even if you pay more for some things.

Look for the guy who is going to throw a chair in a minute if the table doesn’t stop wobbling.  It’s all about the details guys.  Fix the tables!

I’m not well this morning.  My stomach feels iffy.  And my brain is sleepy.  And I’m convinced most of the readers who write comments here have gone for good.  Because I’m such a poor conversationalist.  This makes me sad.  I’m sure there a few of you guys and girls still around.  Hopefully.  But some of you have run out of comments.  And that’s my fault.  I guess.

But there are many more readers here who I don’t know.  Google is up to about fifty percent now after falling to zero this past summer.  Or just about zero.  A little misunderstanding.

But no one was terminally misunderstood.  We patched things up.   And now there are thousands of keywords doing their thing.  So the blog is well.  But the blogger is sick.  And his commenters are gone.

It’s a mixed bag.  But this dining court must be for crazy people like myself because all the music and the conversation are mixed together up in the pitched roof and then bounced back down here.  It’s like ease dropping on a telephone  trunk cable.  You can’t really make anything out but it’s all there.  And I would be much more comfortable sitting at home in front of my computer.

Maybe it’s time for a Hagan Das milkshake.  I was successful in my quest to buy my lovely daughter who must not be named a birthday present.  Soon we will head up to the Northern Virginia to see her and the family and the new home.  Leesburg.

It’s supposed to be nice.  I’ve never been there.  But I have to go.  I can’t stay here.  It’s too confusing.

Update:  I’m going to read this ebook.  Maybe learn to be a more skilled conversationalist.  Craig Ferguson is my role model when it comes to being good at this.  He is awesome.  He can have an interesting conversation with a rock.

Maybe this book will help.

Make the leap from writing in the offline world to effective online communication.

Bye.

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I was sitting in a parking lot today in Beth’s car.  My car is getting the inspection sticker that it should have received last month.  But I was distracted last month by turquoise  water and pink sand.  So she made me take it in today and generously let me take her car when I needed to go out.  But her air conditioning doesn’t work and it must be at least 110 degrees in this parking lot.  The sun beats down on the asphalt and all the heat accumulates in the tar and the gravel.  And then I come along and sit  like an overfed turkey waiting to be basted.

Why was i sitting there?  I was waiting for someone.  Always try to arrange to meet someone under a tree somewhere.  Go around one day and find meeting places with a lot of nice shade.  Write them down and put them in the glove compartment.  Put a copy next to the phone in your office.

You will thank me for this little tip.  I’m not Martha Stewart.  But then I haven’t spent a lot of time in the slammer either.   Did Henry Miller ever spend time in jail?

I do not know.  You can read his work or at least some of it  in the Google Book Search.  Did you know that?  I remember some time ago reading about Goog doing this and all the evil things that would follow.  The Tropic of Cancer/ Google Book Search.

I found this cool quote from Henry and it is now lodged at the top of the VB sidebar.

“The diary is an art form
just as much as the novel
or the play. The diary simply
requires a greater canvas.”
~ Henry Miller

And so for all of us who are indulging in personal blogs we now have someone who supports our efforts.   Here is someone who can pick us up when we fall into a hole and feel totally lost.  Get up!  Be an artist!  Create something!   You don’t have to be an intellectual to be an artist.  You can feel intimidated by intellectuals if you like.  But that’s your choice.

Artists are just people who like to create things and use their imaginations.

I don’t plan to go down the road that Henry Miller traveled in this book.  Probably the closest I will ever get is my recent post about the Midlife crisis and the Island of Dr. Moronic.

We (men) can change into such nasty creatures sometimes.

There is hope however once we get older.  Give us a camera and point us in the right direction.  Let us play with a pile of wood.  And hope for the best.   The aging process is good for wine and people.  We should not let our culture tell us otherwise.