Memeilicious times 7

Ah, memes, the answer to every uninspired bloggers prayers. It’s been a while since I was tagged and even longer since I saw a meme I actually thought I’d waste time and valuable post-inches on, but when Edrei asked, how could I refuse?

Here we are then. Seven random things about me. Since have been writing here at Bright Meadow for a good few years now, I expect at least a few of these will be know to a few of you, but 😛 You try and be original for five straight years. I am not that interesting!

1) I have a really bad habit of developing crushes on the people I work with. It doesn’t help that my bosses seem to have taken me seriously when I suggested the way to make me stay was to hire more personable young men… We’re at four EDLO’s and counting now! At least they are all firmly in committed relationships – I can safely lust from afar and apply for new jobs with a clean conscience.

2) I can’t listen to music at the moment. I have kept going with pretty much every other daily activity lately to some degree, but right now, I can’t listen to music. Even just a few bars plugs deep into my brain and turns the depression/panic dial up to 500% No rhyme or reason, but right now, music = deep, dark pit of despair. So no iPod on long bus journeys for me.

3) A good pair of collarbones have the power to make me go weak at the knees. It shouldn’t be a body part I go googly over, but I do. That and a well-turned wrist. I couldn’t describe a well-turned wrist, but I know it when I see it. Sadly, I don’t see them often enough, at least not on people willing to go out with me.

4) Recently I have been starting to feel an intense desire to settle down and send out roots. At the same time, I am not sure I am built for staying in one place for more than three or four years. I don’t want heavy adult responsibility but perpetually drifting through a pseudo-student lifestyle doesn’t appeal quite as much as it used to. I want to settle down with a person, to find that person who is willing to travel with me. I want a person to share adventures with and who will give me a hug when the days go a bit shit, like they have lately.

5) I would go back to university in a heartbeat if someone would pay. I want, so, SO much to do an English degree. Not so I can talk all pretentiously about books, but so I can understand better how the authors I love do it. I need to understand how things work, not just accept blindly that they do.

6) I hadn’t realised how lively I normally am till I hit this latest dark patch and I withdrew into my own head a bit too much. My self defense mode of closing down, shutting up, and not engaging was a vital and necessary part of the whole process, but I am glad I am starting to pull out the other side and am no longer just skating over the surface. I have passion and energy and life and to pretend to have none of those things… It just isn’t me.

7) For someone whose spelling has always raised the eyebrows and who has at least a middling form of dyslexia, I am the proof-reader of choice for the office. Nothing gives me more pleasure than pushing my glasses up into my hair and wielding the red pen of doom. The Uber-Boss quakes in his boots French loafers when he hands me a document to proof now. Mwhaahaahaa

And that is it for this meme. Who am I tagging? Bleck, I can’t be doing with the faff of linkage and the disappointment that will inevitably ensue when no one responds, so just take up the meme if you feel so inclined.

If you also feel so inclined, here are a few of the previous question-memes I have answered. Serious stalkers will probably find some gems of information buried within these posts. You will also see that I am a sucker for answering questions 😉
Five Questions, Roro Style
Why Blog? Five Little Reasons
Five things you might not know about me
Five Questions
100 Things
Eight Things
The ABC of Cas

Sunday Roast: I’m a time traveller. I point and laugh at archaeologists

Honey, I’m home!

Sort of, kinda, very nearly.

Charting the ongoing return of Cas (I have been very firmly, boring old Claire Louise the last month or so), I think my true personality might be pretty much back. On Thursday morning one of my lovely colleagues pointed out that I still didn’t seem like my usual self, very quiet and unengaged (which is true). Then I had a run-in with Occupational Health shortly after that converation. I don’t like Occupational Health. I do understand rationally that they have a role to play and that they are, in general, good people there to help. But I just don’t like them and every contact I have had with them has been negative. However, I had to go see them on Thursday, so go see them I did, determined to keep as open and a positive a mind as possible.

A little over an hour later I returned to the office and let fly to a rant of epic proportions.

A rant along the lines of how I had just wasted an hour of my life with a fat, supercilious, patronising cow who had insisted on prying into every aspect of my personal life and medical history stretching back to when I was 14. And yes, I did actually use those words, which earned me some respect from the new EDLO in the office. As a side note, we have a new EDLO in the office, and very nice to look at he is too. Sadly, as they all are, not single, but you can’t have everything in this world.

The same colleague who had commented on my quietness just that morning just looked at me, grinned, and said “she’s back”. And you know what, I think I am. So thank you Occy Health for giving me a reason to get mad again.

Other than that, who saw Dr Who last night?!!!!! I didn’t watch it live as I was dozing through the aftershocks of a migraine that struck out of no where at Saturday lunch time, but I could hear Moose gasping at the TV in the living room and her incredulous “No….!” as the credits rolled and the Crazy Canalman was on the phone straight after with a “NO!!!!!”. I sat down to watch the video with my morning cup of tea just now and all I have to say is “No…!” Or more crudely “fuck a duck!”

I won’t go into any spoilers but roll on next week, that’s all I can say!!!!!

Which brings us to the links. I’ve been collecting them as usual since the last roast but it looks like as far as the internet is concerned, I am not quite back to standard operating procedure, because I am still damn hard to please! The links that have made it in this week, they are great 😀

When something can make me giggle at the moment, you know it has to be good. I am SO glad this sort of thing happens to people other than me

Rarely have I come across a better description of what blogging means to me

PENGUIN!!!

With my concentration shot and my mood as black as a very black thing, I have been reading a LOT of chick-lit, regency romance, and trashy thrillers lately. You know you have been reading a LOT of books when you take the latest stack back to the library and the librarian comments on the amount and speed with which you have been devouring the books! I refuse to be embarrassed because It re-boots the mind and heart after plodding round life’s treadmill day after day… it gives us hope, energy and makes us laugh

Is the internet changing the way we think? I put this link in here with no further discussion simply because I want to be able to find it again when my brain is working and I can actually do the topic justice!

Bonekickers. As Moose queried when she heard me wailing in disbelief at the trail the other night, I am not sure if this looks so bad because I am an archaeologist, or because it just looks so bad! But it’s from the Life On Mars and Ashes To Ashes people, and both of those were sheer genius (and, coincidentally didn’t have very good trails either), so can it really be as bad as it looks?!

And some movies because where would we be without some trailers?
My Best Friends Girl

Red Roses and Petrol

The Curious Tale of Benjamin Button – warning, Flash site

The Long Shots

C’est tout. I am now off to Waitrose to buy some disgustingly healthy food for next week. I hate being forced to be healthy. Silly body. *grumble*

The Wednesday Wiggle

This post is brought to you thanks to the nagging of Moose. She has elected herself Motivator-in-Chief and if I don’t blog something to show I am alive I wouldn’t be surprised if she didn’t start denying me cookies.

Which would be bad as I am in the middle of an inexplicable cookie craving (big, chewy American style cookies). And cucumber. Truly, I have been craving cucumber. My body is behaving very oddly at the moment.

So how am I? I am hanging in there. Things are starting to get back on an even keel but, paradoxically, I am now feeling the need to hide from the internet (this is the first time I have turned my computer on in four days!). This might in part be due to starting back at work this week. I am only doing four hours a day but I am coming home knackered! It takes more mental energy that you realise to work in a busy office, plus I haven’t totally beaten the insomnia so I am still a little behind on sleep. But everyone is being lovely and understanding, so I am starting to get back into the swing of things.

One thing I am not in the swing of is writing. My brain has turned into one big pile of mashed potato – I have the attention span of a labrador puppy and the memory retention of a brain injured goldfish. Some days I am having a hard enough time remembering my name (had to tell someone my email address over the phone today and had to read it off a business card as I couldn’t spell it from memory!), let alone stringing sentences together in a gripping narrative. I am still having ideas and the characters are starting to chatter away in my subconscious again, but I am not quite back to typing the stuff out.

Or being witty on the blog. Sorry. Normally it is easy for me, but writing this has been like pulling teeth and I know it is not really coherent or up to scratch. It will serve its purpose however: I am still here, alive and kicking, albeit a little fuzzy around the edges. I still love y’all and I will be back soon 🙂

Sunday Roast: Mars is a different timezone

Hello again dear things. Miss me? I’ve been hermiting and fighting off chronic insomnia this past week, hence all quiet on the blogging front. Still, I am back now with a bumper bag of links for y’all. Looking through the sheer number that have accumulated in various folders, I am going to split the roast. It is either that, or drown you in links and that way runs the risk of the good stuff getting missed. Plus, Safari keeps crashing under the strain.

So, today I shall post the non-news stuff and the videos (because Abi will come after me with a sharpened microwave meal if I miss them out). I shall post the news/more serious stuff later in the week, most likely on Wednesday. How does that sound to everyone?

This photo is called “dancing nancies“. Now, whilst I can’t help but think of the derogatory meanings of the word, it is a damn gorgeous picture.

FriendFeed or Twitter: you decide. Me, I like Twitter because it does what I want it to, and that is let me participate in the rumbling background noise or not, as the mood takes. The last few weeks especially it has been a godsend, keeping me “connected” with the people who care about me, but at one degree (unlike the blog) so I can step back from their concern when it all gets too much. I’m not making an argument that says FriendFeed can’t also let me do that, but… I guess I just prefer not to get everything aggregated into one place too much.

The other week I linked to that Emily Gould piece in the NYT magazine with a throw-away “have a think about this” comment. Heads wiser and more savvy than mine have since stepped up to the plate, especially Violet Blue in her reaction, living online (caution, NSFW blog)

Why Twitter? Because you get pithy words of wisdom from clever people: it’s not about features, but community

Never knew there were so many sushi recipes

2008 is the National Year of Reading. What are you doing?

Blog and save wildlife. Well, why not?

Sometimes the Old Testament got it right (explore the site for some other truly surreal bits taken from the Old Testament and reenacted in Lego)

A sensible solution to eBooks – now publishers, take note!

Point One. ‘Nuff said.

One thing my recent unexpected time off from work has shown me is that I really like to have my own desk space set up just so. They could tell you that at work already (I am very picky) but I have got extra neurotic lately. I don’t want to go back to work because my desk is so boring! Perhaps I can get some of these tips implemented?

I never thought hippos were cute, but just as I’ve managed to persuade Moose in the past three years that penguins are evil, she’s convinced me that hippos are cute.

And now the movies (and random video clips)…

City of Ember – I expect it is an adaptation of something I have never heard of, but it looks intriguing.

Tom’s video of the water at Chalice Well Gardens has the ability to make me feel monumentally homesick and totally at peace all at the same time. Wish I was back in those gardens right now – if you are ever in the area, do go, as it is one of the most tranquil places I know of.

Good at playing Snake on your mobile phone? Try it on a building

Tropic Thunder viral promo – well, it passed Moose’s giggle test

MUTO – a video that will probably cause me nightmares with its surrealism, but still, fascinating to watch

Boy A

The Women – corny, but still, you’ve got to give me some licence. I’m depressed you know 😉

And that is me done for the day. It only took three hours and a trip to get some pick’n’mix… As I said, expect the more serious current-events related portion of the roast during the week. Till we meet again, my chickadees.

Impulse Control

I am having a disturbingly intense desire to get inked again. I kid you not – some days, the desire to get another tattoo is overwhelming to the point I am reaching for my coat and front door keys. So far, what is left of my sanity has always stepped up to the plate just in time and reminded me of my personal rule: one year with a fixed idea of design and location before ANY needle touches flesh. Note I am not discounting having more ink, in fact you could probably put money on me having at least two more, but I am doubting the wisdom of getting one right now.

You see, I am depressed, and when I am depressed my self-destructive streak, never buried very deep, bursts forth and jumps up and down, shouting “look at me! look at me!!” The urge to change anything becomes overwhelming. When you cannot control what is going on inside your head, any little thing that you can influence, even a little bit, becomes precious. Hence, I would suppose, tattoos and piercings and their traditional prevalence amongst the more disaffected portions of society. With me, the first sign that things are going to hell in a handcart tends to be when I get bored with my hair, rush into the hairdresser, and go “cut it all off!!!”

Yes, the observant will have noted that I did just that a little over a month ago. Alarm bells were tinkling merrily, I assure you, it just took me a few weeks longer to acknowledge them.

Right now I am vacillating between tattoos, piercings, and continuing with the hair cutting. Tattoos really should be taken off the table. My previous tattoos have all come from places of contentment and joy – positive pieces and I want all my art to be the same. I look at my foot, or my back, and I feel a sense of pride and pleasure and remember all the good that went into the design. If I were to get a tattoo now, whilst I am sure it would be a beautiful piece, I am not sure it would be something I would want to look back on and go “oh yes, that one I got when I was having my mini-mid-twenties-crisis”. I want my tattoos to be something I have contemplated and have meaning beyond an impulse to take control.

Piercings… I could get something pierced I guess. Well, my ears at least a few more times, because I am actually a wimp and the thought of other bits getting pierced wibbles me out. Nothing against it on other people, it can look damn gorgeous, but on me… Wibbles. I have semi toyed with the idea of getting my lower lip pierced in the middle, but in all honesty I do not think it would look good on me, and I am still realistic enough to know that facial piercings are probably not going to go down wonderfully well at job interviews or in the corporate world I am looking to head into. Tattoos you can cover up to some degree. Piercings you might as well not have if you’re constantly taking them out for work. All that aside though, I am having a hard enough time adjusting to the holes I got in the new year. I love them, but I am still experimenting with the right balance of jewellery. What with the short hair and multiple holes, my usual dangly earrings just look wrong, so I am back to studs, and I am still finding the look that I am happy with. Throwing yet MORE places to put pretty bits of silver into the mix would just confuse things!

So piercing looks like it is out as well, which leaves hair cuts/colours.

Woah Nelly. Having been there before with the whole purple, grade 3 all over, psycho lesbian look, can I just say that the past has taught me caution to a certain degree with my hair. Most styles work on me and I know that short looks good, but I have to be SO careful I don’t just go to the hairdresser “get out the clippers…” Again with the having to look vaguely respectable at work. I would trust Peter, my normal hairdresser, not to go too crazy, apart from the fact I have taught him too well that he can do ANYTHING with my hair and I will trust him. I just go in, take my glasses off, and let him work his magic for however long it takes. The results are always amazing, but I am not sure I can rely on him to see beyond my impulse to “have it all off” and go “No, not this time, it’s not what you really want”.

Which leaves me where exactly in my desire to change something, anything about me and my life? It leaves me no where. I do need to get my hair trimmed but I think I am going to take Moose along with me just to make sure I don’t go crazy. The tattooist I use is a good man, and he refuses to do walk-ins, so I am more or less safe from more ink without planning. Ear piercing could happen, but that is easily rectified by letting them grow over (a waste of money, but still a blessing for bad judgement). What else is there? I am looking for new jobs, I honestly am. I sent four applications off just yesterday, but that is just applications. There is the whole interview debacle to get through before change can come in that part of my life. I could go on a trip, but that requires time, inclination and money. I could… I could…

There are so many things I know I could do. I do have options and I am so lucky that I have them. If push comes to shove, at the back of mind is always the thought that I can jack it all in and run back to hide in Somerset with my family. It is not something I want to do because that feels like admitting defeat and running away, but it IS an option.

But… None of them give me the immediate buzz of having done something demonstrable. They are all depressingly grown-up and sensible options. I don’t want to be grown-up and sensible right now. I want someone to come and wrap their arms around me and tell me it is all going to be OK and that they are going to deal with everything for me. I want to curl up on my lovely comfortable new mattress, pull the covers over my head, and wake up in a few months time with a stupendous new job, an amazing flat and brilliant new life in London, all my mental worries soothed away, Prince Charming waiting on me hand-and-foot, and a slimmer body to boot.

Can that happen please?

In light of the fact I live in the real world, I know that the above is not going to happen. Talking it through though, I think I have just found the one “change something” thing that I can go and do – I might go and get me some new spectacles tomorrow. A nice new pair of glasses, that’s what I need. Sorted.

(Yes, depression and “get out the house each day” is turning out to be VERY expensive).

Sunday Roast: Is a Bugatti a Rover?

This weeks roast is brought to you in a race against the Monaco Grand Prix. I started writing just as they started off the grid. Why race the Grand Prix? Writing roasts can take a while and I have a tendency to get all grumpy half way through and go “why bother”, then womble round the flat annoying Moose till I think the damn thing is never going to get written. What a way to waste an entire Sunday afternoon! Grand Prix’s are time limited, so trying to finish the roast before the race is over gives me a focus and keeps me writing.

It also keeps me at my desk instead of in the living room yelling insults at the TV and gloating in an unseemly fashion when/if something happens to Hamilton and Alonso. Yes, I know I have just uttered a phrase that should have me handing in my British citizenship, but I can’t stand all the hype around Lewis Hamilton. James Allen especially needs to just get a room already!

And now that rant is done with (sorry), I shall bring you the goodies…

My whole general malaise lately has led to me withdrawing from certain social sites, Facebook for one. (It’s also seen a huge splurge in activity on other sites like Twitter, but go figure). Will a major redesign help bring me back? Let’s wait and see what they have to offer, shall we?

Phrases such as “Orwellian”, “Big Brother state” and “1984 anyone?” are being bandied around with increasing frequency at the moment, but sometimes it is necessary. Technical issues aside (every email and phone call?!) plans for a database holding details of every phone call and e-mail sent in the UK are just… scary. In the past at work the Information Commission has made my life trickier, mandating the collection of this and that piece of data, but on this front I’m supporting them and their assessment that it is a “step too far“.

MPs have voted against laws forcing a “father” in IVF treatment

(Just took a small break to make a cup of tea – damn, but it looks like I’m missing a good race today!)

I won’t even try and understand the relationship Americans seem to have with their guns, but even this story has to seem a little bit weirder than usual. Doesn’t it?

At Kew Gardens, a treetop walkway has just been opened. I love trees so the chance to get up in the canopy should be a special one. Time to go visit Kew I think…

Continuing the nature theme, research suggests going for a walk with the wildlife is essential. Anecdotally, I would have to agree. I felt very, very down most of the time in Liverpool, and that was in no small part due to the lack of green spaces. Every time I would go back to Somerset, I would feel a physical weight lift. Even now, I feel better for a saunter through a park. Go, give it a try – have a womble around your nearest green space and feel the benefits 🙂 (She says, even though at the moment I have to have a “daily mission” to get me out the house)

Do we put too much of our lives on the internet? Emily Gould’s story, whilst a drastic extreme, does ring some bells. My own internal sensor has flagged things to me a couple of times and gone “you shouldn’t post that”. I know I live a more ‘open’ and public life than is the norm and most of the time that’s OK to me. Every now and again though, I do question the wisdom of what I’m doing

For the geeky BSG fans among us (thanks to billt for the link)

Continuing my search for the best photoblogs out there, I bring you seriocomic. Eye candy galore

Thanks to Moose for these next two – every now and again, one of those email circulars that rampages through the office email is genuinely funny:
Google Earth scrabble
Can’t evolve? Tough

Flood, by They Might Be Giants is an album I actually have on my iPod three times, once as a copy-from-a-friend, once because I borrowed it from the library, and once because I actually shelled out money. It’s one of those albums you hear a song from, go “I love that!”, get a copy of the album, then realise you already have it because you loved it before… Embarrassing, but thankfully I’m not the only fan

So today I was a citizen (in my case, a citizen-commentator-on-F1) BTW, the way to Cas’ heart, be a good enough writer to get the bitter irony and sarcasm across. Love it 😀

Initially I was skeptical about bkkeepr, mainly because of the the name. I admit it. All these Web 2.0 contractions are really getting on my 36D’s. Then I looked at it a bit more and had an “Oooooh…” moment. Time to play I think.

Looking for something new to read? Ooodles of great blogs just got added to 9rules. Enjoy

(Piquet has just driven into the wall, the silly sausage. 27 laps to go)

Along with my well documented notebook obsession, I’ve also got a bit of a thing for pens. Namely the Pilot V series, so I’m a happy (if poorer) bunny now I’ve found a place that does mail and bulk orders

I’ve spoken to a few people and we are all kinds of enthusiastic to see Dollhouse and what Joss Whedon has to offer. But we are also all a little bit anxious, given Fox’s record on cancellations. But to campaign to save the show before it’s even aired?!

I can no longer watch Grand Designs because all the people irritate me so much. I am sure they are all lovely people, but I am just so JEALOUS of the bastards for being able to build their own home, when at the moment we’ll all be living on the Moon before I get the chance to do that. Yes, I am one of those sad people who has the designs to their dream home already in their head, but 😛
Still, this blog is whetting my appetite again. Damn it. Really, the only option left to me is to marry an architect.

I’ve been home during the week this week, so I’ve been able to actually stream video (our connection just goes flop at busy times).
Australia
Quid Pro Quo – a trailer I watched and went “huh?”
The Dark Knight
The Rocker – silly, stupid, but somehow appealing
The Mummy: tomb of the Dragon Emperor – *rubs hands in glee* And I think I might even have gotten over my need to yell at the screen at all the archaeological innaccuracies. Best quote “why do Mummy’s never play fair?”
Hancock – it could be a one joke film, but I still want to see it

And not a movie trailer, but still worth a giggle over
Jerry needs no help

And finished just in time to see the aftermath of Rosberg’s crash. Bugger, Hamilton is in the lead. As Moose just said, “he could still get a puncture. We can hope…”

The Humble Trackback

In Print - the article You never know where an innocent link is going to land you. In my case it has landed me with a glow of self importance and a bruised hip, the latter being more related to the former than you might at first glance expect.

I woke up late this morning to a slightly buggy Twitter (get that fixed please, I’m hanging onto my sanity by some very ragged fingernails and tweeting with people is turning into a minor, but important, compulsion that is keeping me going) informing me I was in the Guardian today.

Before I go further with the main points of this post, it is time to digress slightly and talk once again about my broken body. Thanks to a bad back, I have tried pretty much every ergonomic seating option in the book, with varying degrees of success. The latest, thanks in no small part to boredom, depression, and random IM conversations, is a large, blue, bouncy gym ball. The blue bit is not important beyond helping you get a vivid mental image – the bouncy (and large) parts are.

The theory goes that sitting on the bouncy ball will (1) keep me from slouching and (2) keep me moving a little bit. Keeping moving stops the back muscles seizing up and helps to strengthen the stomach muscles at the same time. Just think, I could be blogging myself to washboard abs right now! On top of all that it is just so much fun to be sitting at your computer, idly bouncing whilst you wait for a page to load.

There is, however, a slight problem with using big, blue, bouncy balls instead of a proper seat – it is very easy to fall off them when you are shocked.

I was shocked this morning, so I am now nursing what is promising to be a rather spectacular bruise on my hip incurred when I saw Bill’s, and other, tweets, tried to jump up in surprise, got my legs caught under the desk, and ended up flat on my back on the floor. Luckily I had just finished my morning cup of tea, or it could have been so much worse and led to me trying to recoup the cost of a new keyboard from the Guardian.

I brought my copy of the Guardian and sat back at my desk with slight butterflies in my tummy to see what all the fuss was about. Why was I in the Guardian? I was pretty certain I hadn’t spoken to any journalists lately, and my life, whilst many things, is not particularly worthy of being in print. I smoothed the crackly pages out. I thumbed through the sections till I got the “Technology” pullout. I took a deep breath and turned to page four. I scanned across the page and there, in the middle right, it said “brightmeadow.co.uk” next to words I had written.

In a national newspaper, there is a link to my little blog!!! And words I had written!!!!!

The actual bit of writing itself, an excerpt from this roast, is not one I am particularly proud of. It is a few sentences I threw together because I was compiling the roast whilst in a particularly black mood, needed to introduce a link to an article in the Guardian Tech section that had made me go “hmmmm”, and I couldn’t find my inspiration or originality with a GPS locator.

We will gloss over my displeasure at my literary short comings and temporarily turn a blind eye to the fact this was printed without my knowledge, and just bask in the fact that someone up there in the Guardian thinks I am worthy of being printed in a real, honest to deity-of-choice, newspaper.

Twice. (Yes, some vanity searching turned up a previous mention).

That is twice that my words have been deemed good enough to waste ink and paper on. Wow. Heady times for Bright Meadow and CLK!

Why is this looping me out, making me giggle with girlish glee, and fall off my bouncy ball in equal measure? Firstly, because it is so unexpected. I throw links about like they are close-to-date candy at a Cadburys discount store and I do not expect anything in return. I just want people to read, share and enjoy/be irritated/made to think by the things I find each week. The Sunday Roasts started because I kept missing people off the emails I would send when I found something, and then grew because I love the interaction and discussion they always prompt. You never know where a link is going to land you.

After the surprise, it is making me think yet again about the “you never know who is reading” aspect of blogging and the internet. I know when someone links to me, I will follow that link back out of curiosity. I just never seem to think that it might be possible that it works in reverse too. Add to that, how many people are going to be linking to a (for example) Guardian article at any given time? Yes, there will be software whirring in the background, collating those inbound links, but somewhere along the way a human has to get involved and go “that comment there, let’s reprint it”. Moose got all excited that perhaps I have a secret cadre of fans in press offices around the world, eagerly waiting for the next pearls of wisdom to drop from my blog. Never one to enjoy bubble-bursting, I did have to point out the unlikelyhood of this, and explain the whole trackback/automated software thing.

Not that it isn’t beyond the realms of possibility that I have a secret cadre of fans in press offices around the world, but, well, they haven’t made their presence known to date.

I am also pondering why being in a physical newspaper, even in such a small way, should be making me and those around me feel so proud? (My dad has already asked for a copy so he can frame it and brag to all and sundry, god help us all). Why should paper and ink confer more status than, say, digital columns? Things I have said have been mentioned on a couple of “other people are saying this…” sections of national and international sites. That made me go “cool”, but nothing more. This is making me go “holy hand grenades!”

Is it because, when it comes down to it, print media is physical and therefore tangible? The internet for all its wonders is ephemeral, transient, fleeting, and often times lacking in any form of editorial control. To be in newsprint; a decision was made to put those words, in that section, on that page. And then there is the reach of a physical newspaper – yes, lots of people get their news online (RSS anyone?) but significantly more flip through a newspaper each day.

Lastly, lets go back to the whole “without my knowledge” thing. The following thoughts are wooly and could go either way, because I myself feel very wooly on this topic and could go either way.

It is not a big piece, I know that. My work is currently vaguely covered by a Creative Commons license which states I am happy for reuse of my work so long as it is attributed (as this is). I might be rethinking the wisdom of this, but right now it stands. It is in the “letters” page of the paper, which is traditionally where the average person gets to have their say. All groovy. I have not been quoted out of context or vast swathes of my work reprinted without my permission.

But I never said I wanted my comments in a national paper. Yes, I commented on the Guardian article the first time around, but I made those comments on my own website. Yes, my words are in the public domain but, again, they are on my own blog. If I hadn’t included that trackback, they would be none the wiser on my opinion.

Would I be happier if they had asked my permission before printing the excerpt? Yes. Would I have given permission if they had asked? Almost certainly – if I publish it on Bright Meadow then I stand by it and, context depending, I see no reason why my work could not be reprinted. Do I expect to be asked each and every time and is it reasonable to expect this? Now there you have me. Part of me is going “of course they should damn well ask, I work hard on this blog!”. The other side of me is going “they’re not going to ask, they will just use a piece that doesn’t require them to chase – it’s not like bloggers are exactly hard to find or chary of giving their opinion”. Which way should it be? That I have no answer for.

To take the Guardian’s own phrase, “Comment is Free” – but you can never be sure where it will get you. In my case, it has already landed me in the letters page of a national newspaper without my knowledge. Where else will it end?