DO THE BEST YOU CAN , AND DON’T TAKE LIFE TOO SERIOUS
—– Will Rogers
I got a comment today on a post I wrote way back in Feb . It was a weird little post I called Parasentencing on a Windy Way , a breezily whimsical piece of near-nonsense . The commenter , by a coincidence , is from a city in Poland , Szczecin , with which I am very familiar .
The commentor suggested that my title was not attractive to readers . It was ” vanilla ” , I was told . It was recommended that I check out on-line guidelines for good headlines .
I appreciated the advice , in a general way . I thanked the commenter for the advice . But I also replied that perhaps I should add a disclaimer on my blog : READER BEWARE . THIS POST MAY AMOUNT TO NOTHING MUCH .
I didn’t like being a little snarky and snappish in my reply . But , come on ! Picking one odd post from months back about which to offer me advice ? An oddball title like Parasentencing on a Windy Way is “vanilla” . Parasentencing isn’t , by the way , even a real word . The commenter said that the post made sense . Did it ? I wonder .
Don’t get me wrong . I’m not insulted by the criticism . My writer’s pride is not damaged . My feelings are not hurt . I am , instead , somehow repulsed by the seemingly presumptuous tone of the words .
I wonder , to tell the truth , why anyone reads my blog . It has no particular focus , it meanders from here to over there , offers only photos , lately , or joke punchlines with no jokes , or bits of random slangs or catch phrases or a bartender’s drink recipe . Who would follow such a mixed up crackbrained mess of posts calling itself a blog ?
But , I wanted to write a bit in this post about baking bread . Put the yeast in a few spoonfuls of warm water . Add the yeast , and wait . Then add a pinch or two of salt , flour , and whatever else the recipe calls for , mix it all up , and then , usually , knead , knead , knead . And then , again , wait . When the clump of dough grows to twice its size or so , smack it down , and wait again , letting it rise again .
There are no guarantees with bread . Things might go wrong . The yeast might be no good . The loaf might be left in the oven too long , or not long enough . Who knows what might happen to cause a bum loaf . There are no guarantees . If it’s no good , don’t eat it . Or eat it if that’s what you want to do , but be sure that you know what you’ve got .
There are no guarantees with a blog , either . Well , at least with my zig-zaggy blog . I have fun throwing out the posts . A few , I admit , I might perhaps have considered disavowing , denying , figuratively scooting away from . Perhaps . But they leave , too ; they scatter , immediately . I know , I know , they sit comatose on the eternal inner tech space , drifting in the mysterious internet ether , there to be inevitably siphoned off by the big -brother bogeyman who secretly store intimate personal information for future evil use , for the fated future horrendously intrusive intimidation ( for those adherents of bogeyism ) .
I would rather my anonymous Szczecin advisor had read several of my posts before calling one ” vanilla ” . Read several and then , if you want , say the blog sucks . Fair enough . To each his own , I always say . You don’t have to like my bread , either . Maybe the yeast was dead . Maybe I hadn’t kneaded it enough . Maybe it was over-baked . Maybe it was too sweet , or too salty , of not cooked long enough , or was too bland . I’ve done all of those breads . There are no guarantees .
Too much vanilla ? Read with a grain of salt and a sense of absurdity . The blog goes on .