Blogs that have tons of advertising really bug me. I prefer the more subtle blogs where the ads don’t yell at me.
Okay. That is all. 🙂
… and when is it not?
What is the definition of a blog anyway?
I ask this because I just landed on Anne Midgette’s blog. (It’s good, so check it out!) But it’s part of the Washington Post. And when a blog is connected to a business it feels like a blog but also feels like … I dunno … a business blog maybe?
I’m probably not making any sense here. But, to me, a blog is a personal thing that is run by an individual (or group of individuals) with no connected to a business that may or may not keep the blogger(s) in line.
And yet a lot of organizations are now starting blogs. so clearly I’m wrong. I’ve compiled a list of performing groups that now have blogs. I plan on blogging about that soon, and putting the entire list up here. But once blogs are connected to the Big Employer they seem … well … different somehow.
I’m in control of my blog. Completely. No one tells me what to write. No one takes anything down except yours truly. Not that I don’t leave some things off of here. Oh the stories I could tell! The people I could damage. The careers I could kill.
Okay, maybe I don’t have that much power, but I really could post some dark ugly secrets here … but I won’t. I’m at least that smart.
Anyway, maybe we need two names for these things: PersonalBlogs (PB™ for short) and Business Blogs (BB™).
I came to Santa Cruz expecting sun, ancient hippies, relaxed attitudes, and books, but not a symphony orchestra, so I was delighted to find that the Santa Cruz County Symphony was playing Carl Nielsen’s Second Symphony, subtitled the “Four Temperaments.”
I read it here.
Bare feet? Ah, Santa Cruz people. Ya gotta love ’em. Sort of.
Yes, I’m going through withdrawal today. I’m at that “I’m sorry it’s over” state that I get to enjoy only because it’s over. Funny how that works.
Tomorrow it’s back to music, and it’s all Mendessohn this week. I’m hoping it’ll be a fun little run of A Midsummer Night’s Dream. I wasn’t sure if I played it the last time, since we used to be a three oboist orchestra, with me on the English horn chair, but I see my marks in the music so there you go. Funny what I forget!
I’ll be teaching later today, and I’ll also be going through the Mendelssohn, as I do need to practice it a bit. Time to move from English horn back to oboe! Funny how different the reeds will feel after playing on the heftier EH reeds.
But now? It’s nap time. I have a sore throat and I really can’t afford to get sick. Getting sick would definitely not be funny.
oboe is the new cowbell
