Well, hello there! ... whoever is 'there.' Anyway, welcome to my one and only public blog. I've been creeping out fellow Bloggers since 2006 with my comments on their blogs. They must click on my profile, and take a good, hard look at ... NOTHING. I'm afraid that makes me look like a mean little blog freeloader.
I've had just one private blog since 2006; I made it for my eyes only because it's a sort of bookmark blog where I cut and paste the URLs to blogs I want to keep visiting, plus assorted random internet flotsam, gathered while killing precious time, which thrills only yours truly.
I now have two more private blogs. One is a sort of writing journal and personal rant zone. The other one is the online version of the kind of exercise journal/tracker I've kept since forever on paper and ink. So I'm planning on posting in here whatever I feel is not-too-sleep-inducing from my real life, including some old stuff from my writing-journal-rant-zone blog.
Oh -- about the photo above: It's a lifesize stone Sonny Bono sitting on his very own fabulous fountain on Palm Canyon Drive in Palm Springs, my tourist-trap hometown. Palm Springs loves the late Sonny Bono. Palm Springs loves anyone, dead or alive, who will keep its "celebrity playground" image alive and kicking for the tourist trade.
When I see this picture I'm reminded of the conversation I overheard between two panhandlers having a smoke next to the fountain one night. One guy was going on about how he swears on his mother's grave that he knows a guy who worked on the pool for the contractor who saw the statue-makers bring the real Sonny Bono's corpse into the workshop, and that Sonny Bono's body is encased in the statue, in his words, "For FUCKING REAL, dog!" I was in a somewhat tipsy state that night, as I stopped with my ex-boyfriend to take in the scene, but I swear I saw stonework Sonny ever-so-slightly turn his head. So go ahead, click and enlarge on old Sonny ... if you dare.
There. A desert urban legend is born, or not. And I'll post again soon, I hope.