Rabbits, Blinkity

So this just happened, and I just can't even with the blogosphere lately. I really, really want to start a decent men's stuff community blog now, but you know what? Ozy couldn't even really keep hir various communities under control, and zie probably had the best shot at it of anybody.

So blah.

I've now got a tumblr: Tennis Whimsy. I intend to fill it up with, shall we say, dramatic sketches of tennis matches. None of that boring analysis stuff, just raw... stuff.

Also, there will be random/funny/bitchy quotes from all your favorite tennis stars.

Check it out!

So, this is a cool thing to write about: Things are easy/hard to learn. (Found via Clarissa's Blog which is awesome.)

The gist of the meme is to list three things in the course of your lifelong learning that came as natural as falling off a log, especially if they strike you as possessing elegance, expository power, arousal of curiosity, or best of all, a lot of formerly disparate concepts somehow “fall into place.” The other list is three things that are utterly opaque to your mind, that you have made repeated attempts to learn, but for some reason or other, you just don’t seem to be meant to learn these things.

Easy things

1. Understanding cultures and subcultures. Partly as a result of being raised in a mostly religious-right-conservative community, and now having shifted most of the way to the other extreme, I find it easy to get inside the heads of all different sorts of people.
2. Reading and writing. I don't remember learning to read, not even a little bit. I don't really remember even reading at a 'beginner' level, as it were. I just sort of... read. It's a part of me. I don't really understand, except in a superficial way, what it would be like to read with difficulty, word by word, or have trouble understanding complex grammar. I blame my parents for this.
3. Not being bored. I don't think I'm ever bored, actually. Even if I don't have anything specific to do, I'm perfectly happy daydreaming and…

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Last night, a fine person going by the name of "@Dogcattlerancher" followed everybody who was following the Occupy Wall Street twitter account, including me. He had a few clever remarks listed, but was also bragging that he was going to get 300 followers in a hour. But it was clever enough I thought I'd follow him anyway. I wanted to see if he was actually paying attention, so I sent a nice remark in my favorite subspecies of internet slang congratulating him on his cleverness...
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This is the most thought-provoking thing I've read in a month:

Tiger beatdown takes on blogging as performance and callouts.

Bloggers are expected to exhibit the personal and the political for your amusement. We flail ourselves open. We bleed for your entertainment. We tell the stories of our struggles, we write about our daily lives, about our encounters with oppression, we harangue you to take our side. And the reader, the audience receives this as a performance.