This About That

What is "This about that" anyway? From what I've acquired from my late father's Muskoka'isms, it is idle chatter, small talk filling in the silence, the void between two physical beings. In some way though, the chat would bring us to some deeper subject, some connection to our lives, those of others and how they intertwine during our short performance on this beautiful theatre in the round.

"Well, it's nice to hear this about that," my dear old Dad would chime from the other end of the telephone. After his passing away in 2001, I missed our monthly chats with the kids piping in to talk with him and ask about Sylvester, my old, fat cat who still resided at the homestead. I miss my Dad and his small town ways, his slow saunter through his village, his soft heart, his stories and his lush, experimental gardens.

I miss those simpler times when there was no super information highway, no shameless theft of intellectual property or electronic scams, spams and phishes. The only phishes we knew were the fishes he tried to catch through a hole in the frozen Muskoka lakes and bays. There were walks to the post office, the corner store, chats with neighbours and porch chair sessions in view of the intersection, the towering sunflowers, busy bird feeders and the hungry, hungry giant pumpkins. THAT was interactive.

I'm going to use this about that as the following:

  1. a blog - a very low-tech and participatorily-limited one unless you are an NCF member.
  2. an easier method to update my activities, my deep, deep thoughts and the inane urge to share some of them with the rest of the world.
  3. a place to post more poetry now that I feel I have a handle on inhibitions and fear of criticism.
  4. a place to reminisce and learn from mistakes, wipe off the dust and tears, bandage wounds and just keep on .. keeping on.

So, my new and old friends, let us have a chat, using our thoughts and words to repair our on-line community and build a healthier world.

 

 

Created: June 2005
Updated: June 19, 2011
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