Vomit. I have to admit that was the first thought I had when I read my friend Vince Pereillo‘s three words. I feel certain that I have heard the term projectile vomiting and surely upchuck is organic matter. Honestly, it was the thought of the image that made me feel certain I would have to pass on these three words. I just could not imagine having an image of vomit on my blog. At first it seemed as though there weren’t that many vomit pictures online. (Although pictures of pumpkins vomiting up their seeds seem ubiquitous.) Then I happened upon a site Rate My Vomit, which seems to have hundreds of pukey pics, and an interface borrowed from an old site called Hot Or Not, which used to be trashy and fun, but has since become respectable and boring. What a relief to come upon this photo of an arrowhead, a projectile mercifully unrelated to vomit.
I’ve found myself thinking a lot lately about the matter of how friends so often seem to just drift away. Quite a number of folks who were faithful readers and commentators in the earlier months of this year have kind of just drifted away. I know in some cases I no doubt lost readers who were dis-pleased by things I’ve said and done. In my heart I also know that some of that drifting away has been due to my own failure to visit my friend’s blogs and leave lots of bread crumbs. I find myself thinking that each post should have some kind of icon to distinguish between things I write when (as now I believe) I am depressed as opposed to things written when I am manic. When I’m down it seems I just don’t have the energy to go around leaving lots of great comments. And one of the first lessons new bloggers learn about comments, is that you have to give them generously in order to get them. As challenging as my “Blog Every Day In 2012” challenge has been in terms of writing and publishing posts, I’m reminded once again that writing and publishing posts each day is at best only half of what makes for a successful blog.
Organic is a word that can mean a number of different things. In a pricey grocery store, it means the produce was grown without chemical fertilizers and insecticides. In chemistry it means that the compound contains carbon. But it also can refer to something being a part of an organ– not generally an organ like a heart or a gallbladder nor like a musical instrument, but an organ in the sense of an organization such as a government or a society. In that sense, as someone who definitely sees himself as a lone ranger rather than an organization man, I quietly today declare myself to be one hundred percent inorganic.