Virginia Breeze

I decided to try and clean up my diet this weekend and am not having a fun time this morning.  I have found that you cannot give up things that are bad for you sometimes without actually feeling worse before you feel better.

Not a revelation for sure.   But the headache I woke up with this morning!  Refined sugar is a beast.  And it will not go quietly.

YouTube really is quite entertaining.  When I am out and about I sometimes will dial in to some comedy or a wonderful music video from the past.   This morning I have been distracting my brain from the pain by looking at some old Beatles interviews.  There are quite a few of them and they are fascinating.  I listened to Patty Boyd talk about her amazing love life with two famous musicians.  I also discovered the George was having an affair with Ringo’s wife!   Who knew?  What a complicated and untenable situation.

And then there is a video of Paul talking about how he met Linda.

No wonder YouTube is so popular.  Hopefully it and the TubeTube will get along and have a good working relationship in the future.

Here’s the link in case anyone would like to look at it.

I have been putting a lot of videos up here lately and think I will give the blog a rest.  I put together a couple of more videos and they are on my YouTube homepage here:

http://www.youtube.com/user/Sparklefan

As you can see if you go there I become obsessed with someone and collect a lot of videos about them.  First it was Jordin Sparks.  Now it’s Craig Ferguson.

Women (and perhaps some guys too) put together these tribute videos of Craig.  And I enjoy them for some reason.  I’m trying to figure out why.  The fact that they think he is sexy really doesn’t mean much.

I don’t have a gay bone in my body just for the record and stay clear of other people’s alimentary canals having enough trouble with my own.  But I admire him and probably wish my life in the the thirties or forties was more like his.  He is a funny guy and also had the guts to give up alcohol completely.   He’s pretty honest about things as well.  He talks to the audience in the introduction without a script.

Sort of like what I do when I write a post in a ruminating way.

Just like this for example.

So I think I will go take a walk and try to get rid of the remainder of this headache.  I need to go take some photos for the Chamber of Commerce project and it’s no fun taking them when your head hurts.

Maybe the cool air will do some good.

And a few nasty cookies.  A hair of the dog that bit me in the *ss.

So to speak.

I have been wandering through the web this Sunday morning. It is peaceful so far around here and there is not much happening.  Zachary has apparently made it to Daytona, Florida  with Ashley for their vacation.  My daughter, Jena, and her family are moving any day to Northern Virginia.  My father is doing well up on Cape Cod.   I have three sisters in various locations across the United States but I must confess I do not know where all my nieces and nephews are these days.

I am a bad uncle.  I did find out recently that my nephew Mathew who is in the Air Force is stationed in the US Embassy in Berlin, Germany.  That’s pretty cool.  And I have another nephew Tom who is stationed in the Navy in Florida.  Do you know where all your nieces and nephews are located?  What about your spouse’s nieces and nephews?

Here’s my Exercise and Dieting Report for Week Number One.

And it’s brought to you by anything that doesn’t have a lot of refined sugar in it.  In other words I am still looking for an advertiser.

Just kidding.  We don’t have advertisers here. Because they are a pain and mostly freeloaders.  In my opinion of course.  Lots of folks love them.  Probably I would love them if they were sending me money.  But it always seemed like I was doing my part of the deal.  I was advertising them.  And they were. . .

Anyway.  In the first week I walked every day for about 45 minutes. And these walks included hills.  I discovered that it’s very important not to think at the beginning of the walk about all the streets you will be walking on and how hot it may be.  It’s better to focus on. . . nothing.  Or to listen to the wind rustling the tops of the trees.  We are fortunate to have large trees around here and they provide lots of shade.

Give me a choice between a large tree or an advertiser and i will pick the tree every time.  So the walks are going well and it pays to take one when you start to experience Restless Legs Syndrome.   If I take one every time I experience RLS it won’t be too long before I look like. . .

As you can see I didn’t take this photo. I have taken the vast majority of the photos in this blog.  Perhaps three or four are by others.  But I am interested in the sharing procedure and that is where I have been wandering this Sunday morning.  Until it’s time for the actual walk.

Here is a useful post I found on the subject from skelliewag

Flickr of course plays a central role in this subject.

And here is something else that I have incorporated into my methods.  It allows you to take a photo stamp of the photo you are using along with the Creative Commons License that determines whether or not you can use the photo.  Because we all change our minds from time to time.  And I can still prove I used it when it was legal to do so.

http://s1.imagestamper.com/login.jsp

My photos in Flickr are combined with a Creative Commons License.  I think it would be rather unfair if I put them in an All Rights Reserved status while using someone else’s photo.

NewsLink Briefs, one of my other two blogs,  will probably make more use of all this information.  Because I am still searching for the right combination of elements there.

PhotoLinkLove.com and Virginia Breeze.com (this blog) are pretty much settled in my mind.

For now.  You never know.  Trying to be creative means never having to say “I will do it this way forever”.

And now it’s time for the walk.  If I can fix a blog maybe I can fix the blob.

Gaining confidence and a willingness to try new things. . .    another one of those unheralded benefits of blogging.

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