AliThinks

An Interesting Discovery

I found a guy named Adam whose blog is called Adam Thinks. Whaddaya know? Anyway, I chanced upon Adam and his Thinking via Political Irony, who posted this image that Adam made. Adam is clearly still enthustiastic about blogging, and more power to him.

AliThinks, AllanThinks, Adam Thinks. I wonder how many other Thinks blogs there are out there. This is the first time in 6+ years of blogging I've come across another NameThinks. No, really.

Just One Of Those Things

As I was reading a friend's blog entry (and it was the included image that made me think of this, but the post is worth reading), I was reminded of a time when my paternal grandmother corrected me. I was young, maybe six, maybe a little older, and I was talking to her about Nancy Drew. I mentioned Nancy's tit-ee-an hair, and my grandma said, "Tee-shan."

My grandmother was of country stock, she lived on a dirt road, and yet she knew how to pronounce Titian. She'd been to college. She also knew how to make whoopie pies, which she we called devil dogs. She knew a whole lot of stuff, and I wish I could hang out with her for a while. I left the country at the end of 1992, and my grandma died in 1999. I saw her in between, but she had Alzheimer's, so it was hard. I don't know if she knew that the baby she held in 1996 was my daughter Charlotte.

This is just one of those things. Tonight I made Christmas-y treats with two of my friends, and our significant others were there too. We had a great time. But S. reminisced about her grandmother's bun recipe, which no one had managed to write down, and I thought about my grandma's cooking. We have her recipe for Texas sheet cake, Ranger cookies*, and some other things. I feel sure, however,  that there were things that Grandma made without a recipe, and we've probably lost those forever.

*I preferred chocolate chip cookies, but Grandma seemed to always make Ranger cookies.

And so we go on. If I have grandchildren, they may not care that I correct their pronunciation of Titian; they may never encounter that word. And that's okay. (It took a lot for me to write that.) I do hope that I can give them some memories, and more importantly, some recipes.

Which means, oh hell, I need to start writing my cooking down.

Here I am testing the "Quick Compose" feature on Typepad. I'm not really sure what the point is. My first guess is that it's supposed to be like Tumblr.

Edit from within Typepad: There's no title! MEH. Also the permalink is a gajillion miles long. Whatever. I'll click an extra time or two to bring up the Compose window in Typepad. (Also, I know the Quick Compose thing has been around for a while; I was just never that interested in using it. I was right.)

First Of All,

thank you. I really appreciated your comments, some of which surprised me. I have lurkers!

And while I haven't looked at my stats, I'm sure that if there's a high point, it's because of all you commenters. Which brings me to:

You like me! You really like me! (Apologies to Sally F.)

It seems a little like vouja dé. I feel like I've done this sort of "zOMG, do you laaaiiiiiiike me?" thing before, and that troubles me. 

Because really, à la base, and excuse my French, isn't blogging supposed to be about the blogger rather than the audience? (Here's where you chime in "Why yes, Alison, yes!")

And so I guess I will start thinking of myself and what I want to say. If you want to read my words and thoughts, then that's great. If you don't, that's fine. I think I'll keep writing for ME in this space. If I move from here, I'll let you know.