February 23, 2013

• Tribulations, Spider On The Wall

  I  have worked enough computer hours to pretend that I have two full time jobs, for this is my trial and tribulation, the sad nature of a woman who, went around my sons and daughters who would finish nursing just in time to sit in front of the computer and to make idiots of their father and I as we marveled at accomplished technical skills.  When you have to ask five year olds to clue you in, then an awareness that the new world is at hand, that you are headed for aa technology crisis, somewhat like being the last mule on a share cropper’s farm when someone drives up with a tractor which could turn the earth despite bolders the size of  two ton elephants without the snout — One goes out to pasture, kisses the pens and pencils farewell — And if it is your luck to own the mule, then you can lie down and chew on straw or roll in the hay, metaphorically speaking, of course.

  I endeavored, and I accomplished placing the pictures, many of which are in my book, “Pinkhoneysucle, on my weblog pictures as well as the Xanga picture album, because I thought it might give more of a sense to readers of how the book with generations explained, for various roles in Appalachian life, Southern Bible Belt ideals, and show the progression of a woman’s life, for I took much of, “Pinkhoneysuckle,” from the deepest dark place where I had to go endeavoring to convince you that A Diaspora occured  in America in the mid century. Front line soldiers who made it back were caught up in it, as well as all poor farmers in their overalls had to head North, and no one has bothered to bring it to the attention of the American people, because if you think we are a bunch of, “White Trash,” then should you be bothered.  Pictures, I thought;  these folks need pictures to get the idea of where this story is going to lead them.  See the pictures, please, and I will someday let you guess how many hours it took me to get these in order.  I am sorry the quality is poor, but you know that thos pixels were not born back then in the 60s and 70s, and I saw Berkeley’s great big computer room, when a computer required a building, and those punnch card gals;  Where was their place in history.

  Next up,  I purposefully deleted my template or let us call it, the header which embarrassed me to death, and with my,  “Computer’s for Dummies,” I endeavored piece by piece to replace that SOB, and I wound up on some craft book site signing in, flicker, other related companies, and I may have  accidentally bought a car trying to replace my header, and I wanted it to knock your socks off, but right now my blog is a headless horse, and it is apt to stay that way until I get back to my river town this summer and let my computer programmer do his magic — Swirling pinkhoneysuckles and swaying southern pines with the golden needles of past seasons carpeting the forest floor, three sisters gathering flowers by the armload to take to Mama;  I wanted that header really badly. but Microsoft crashed in our area, and in addition to that between joining art schools, craft pledges, and God knows what else; Now I have no template at all!

  I have now come to late evening, and in the hallway, I saw a black spider climbing up the wall, so I think this is the sign which I needed that these books are useless, that whoever wrote them sucks, and when I get back to the hallway as perturbed as I am now, I am going to smack the sweet innards out of that spider, and realize that I may be a computer pathetic and hopeless case, but I can still whack the big guys!

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