There’s an article in this weekend’s New York Times about abandoned blogs. This happens when the author gets busy, bored or moves onto another form of press release. I’ve followed some blogs that have had a formal “Cya l8r!” entry, some have had detailed explanations for the reason they’re shutting them down and others have been simply set adrift. That’s all fine, ain’t nobadi mad at ya.

I’m waiting for this to happen in the Twitter world, too. Everybody’s all gaga over getting a Twitter account, and drooling to find out how they can make money from it. Chill, people, it’s not a gold mine. Some have taken to Twitter as an easy form of (the original) status update or quasi-press release. Others have signed up and nary posted a tweet. Or rapid-fire tweets within the first week of signing up and then nothing for months. To each their own.

Me, I’m doing both and have been doing both. I don’t see the tweet as a replacement for the blog or vice versa. A blog entry of “On the beach now. Can I get some WiFi out here please?!” doesn’t make sense, but as a tweet it does. And there’s no way that I could sum up this entry in 140 characters. But I’ll tweet a link to this post and they work in tandem.

That said, today is my three-year blogging anniversary. At this address at least. I have some archives from ten years ago when I was posting a journal on OpenDiary.com (before it was called “blogging”) and a secret Blogger site that I used for a few months in ’05 but it’s really too dark to share any of that info.

Here are previous June 07 posts:

2008
2007
2006

Duran Duran’s twice-departed axeman Andy Taylor has rerecorded the band’s 1984 hit The Wild Boys. Not to disparage the original recording, but Andy’s The Wild Boys [reprise 09] sounds nothing like the original, which is nice. I hate when covers result in nothing but a new vocal over the same music. I hope Andy makes this avail for download or on iTunes.

I had the tune widget inserted here but, since the auto_play=true was embedded and could not be change to =false, I’ve removed it. I hate pages that autoplay sounds (usually loud) that you’re trying to find the mute or the volume or that makes you wanna pull the plug out of the wall. You can find the track here (it will autoplay).

DD’s The Wild Boys was the sole studio track on their first live album, Arena. It charted #1 in Canada and Germany and #2 in the U.S., the U.K., Ireland, Italy, Austria and Switzerland.

This week I’m twenty minutes outside of Culpeper, VA. Don’t ask me where it’s at, but it’s “out” there. Just google it for the map. If you’re familiar with H8ST8 geography, it’s somewhere south of Manassas, north of Charlottesville (at least I didn’t think we passed Cville) and I think Warrenton is closeby somewhere west of here. There are turtles here. Both domesticated and wild, crossing the roads. There are cows in the field across the street and I haven’t heard a siren since getting here. Dairy Queen’s and Arby’s abound.

What the hell is a self-proclaimed cityboy doing all the way out here? I’m being an au pair, or manny, whichever you want to call it. Friends of mine’s French au pair is on vacation in NYC this week and I’m filling in. Which means I get to spend all day hanging out with cute li’l Avary, who is will be two later this month.

Monday, my first official day of duty, I stated close to the house just to keep Avary in a somewhat familiar routine, as everyone had just returned from a week at the shore.

Tuesday I was a little braver, and took Avary into a downtown Culpeper excursion. We walked (I pushed, she strolled) around for a bit, but it was too dang hot outside and we retreated to a diner for lunch, iced tea and air conditioning.

Today I inflated her kiddie pool and tried to get her into that because I wanted some sun and time in the big, grownup pool. The water in her pool hadn’t been heated by sunshine, it was straight from the tap, so it was a little chilly. Avary wasn’t going for that too much. But she did stand in it and splash around for a while but didn’t want to sit and really play around in it. Maybe tomorrow.