I just posted about all the things i am going to write about, and this isn't it.

I have spent the last few days working on my house, trying to get it as I would like it, and didn't write anything worthwhile (except savage comments on the political blogs of my friends). I spent part of this day watching the funeral of Gordon Hinckley, President of the LDS church. To me it was moving and meaningful. My son made the comment that CNN news would like to cover it, only to get a picture of Mitt Romney in attendance. Sure enough, the funeral was mentioned on CNN news, passing over the fact that it was the funeral of the religious leader of thirteen million people, but mentioning that Mitt Romney had taken a break in campaigning to go to the funeral.

I bought a Boston Butt (subject of several early blog posts) rubbed it in cajun gunpowder and plopped it in the oven to snack on tomorrow, and built a set of shelves for Janet's sewing nook.
My studio is still only in the foundation stages, but at least one of us will have place to be creative.

I then surfed the blogosphere, first reading the blogs that I try to read daily, then using the "next blog" feature of blogger. This is an interesting feature. The first time I did this, I found all kinds of interesting blogs about all kinds of subjects, and wrote about the experience in this blog.

The next time I tried it, every blog that came up, save one, was in one foreign language or another. The only useful thing I did was try to figure out which language was which. The next venture into "next blog" turned up nothing but pornography sites. In my innocence, I didn't really realize that there were pornography sites that dealt with almost every possible human sexual adventure and perversion, and that many of them were for sale in one way or another on blogs.

This discouraged me, so I left the "next blog" button alone for the next several months. Today, while the pork cooks, I went back, and was pleasantly surprised when the first three that popped up were sites by Mormons who had also followed the funeral of President Hinkley.
After those, I found a number of beautiful sites showing the snows in Washington and Idaho which combined by creating at the same time a feeling of nostalgia for the snows of my youth in Pocatello and a real pleasure that I could look at them without feeling them. One reason I stayed in the south was the hope never to shovel snow again.

I found some lovely art sites, with sculpture, painting, beading, dollmaking, and even a really nice site which posted analyses by a variety of folks of the changes in style and technique in both film and stage acting. I bookmarked this one. Of course there were a lot of foreign language sites, one of the most interesting one from Tokyo, Japan that was in Spanish. My Spanish is so rusty that though I struggled for awhile to get the Spanish language scoop on Tokyo, I finally gave up.

Not a porn site to be had at all. I was surprised at how many musicians seem to have blogs promoting themselves and found one that was just a collection of model pictures (male) that a guy obviously posted as a portfolio to use in job hunting.

There are as many blog purposes as there are people, with some people writing lovely poetry and magic thoughts and others just posting the pictures of their kids or pets. Surfing through them can be a better than average way of killing the hour one has to wait up to lower the temperature on the roast, or a good prelude to a nap. Interesting.

I will get to posts of those items that I promised I would post, but I guess I will also just ramble on once in awhile.