fallen verses

There are a lot of things going on this month, many, many things. We in the US get to see even more political advertisements, yay! For a whole year!

In the blogosphere we have NaBloPoMo kicking off today. Welcome to my inaugural post. I can write a blog post a day for thirty days. I may end up feeling a bit like Thomas the Tank Engine on some days, but I can handle this. I’ve tried to put all of the NaBloPoMo partcipants in the read.write.poem. group on my sidebar, check ‘em out during the blog-madness.
What I cannot handle is NaNoWriMo: All Hail The Conquering Novel Writers! Yes, the 50,000 word mad frenzy of writing that consumes lives for thirty days. I can barely write paragraphs, let alone chapters, hence I stick with poetry, but good luck to all of this year’s participants.

In the poetry world we have Totally Optional Prompts rolling out every Thursday. Mike and Tiel are doing a pretty good job with that site.
There is also Fertile Ground, by Jill and Carolee, inspiring us to explore our poetic acts.
A new site will be opening. Preliminary information is on the site. For some of the blogopoets, it may have some familiar touches…. Ceridwen and Co. bring ReadWritePoem.Org to the bytes we all live by.

Out in the real world, Twitter has proven itself to be one of the fastest purveyors of information out there, posting information as the earthquake in California happened while traditional television media took over twenty minutes to get the word out. Details here. Bloggers are journalists, or, at least can be considered journalists after the fact and may have journalistic immunity for their posts, if certain journalistic standards are met. Ars Technica has more info. Singapore Airlines is giving its special passengers champagne and private rooms with beds on its A380, and wants people to avoid getting frisky. I’d assume that’s a joke, but Reuters has the story.

And, wrapping up my inaugural NaBloPoMo post, a quote I found amusing, via PsyBlog:

The brain is, of course, the final common pathway of all actions. You can’t do much without a brain. Decapitation is, in most instances, associated with a decline in IQ.

“In most instances…” <<coughrepublicanscough>> See you all tomorrow.