Just thought it fair to warn you - I am going to start blogging more often. I am trying to find an easy and user-friendly way for you to filter the updates, e.g. so if I categorise them into travel, technology, exercise and nutrition, etc, you can choose which category or categories you would like to receive alerts for.
But I haven't yet found a solution that a) works and b) is easy for you to implement. I am on the case, and will get back to you as soon as I can.
In the meantime, if there is a technical guru out there who knows all about RSS, BlogSearch, or suchlike, please get in touch and enlighten me.
I've been researching video blogs to find out what it's all about. Trouble is, they're too entertaining and I find hours passing while I meander enjoyably but not very purposefully around cyberspace.
My favourite so far is a very talented doggie dancing to a 'You're the One That I Want' from Grease. It's priceless!
[New York subway. Photo taken by me in 2001, shortly before 9/11]
Sex and the City writer Greg Behrendt was inspired by the lengthy we-had-a-great-date-so-why-hasn't-he-called-me? conversations of his female colleagues to co-author a book called He's Just Not That Into You.
The book is in the format of an agony uncle dealing (very frankly) with letters from women frustrated with their non-relationships. His point is, if the guy hasn't rung, no matter how great the date was he just didn't like you enough to see you again. Get over it and move on.
I was reading this book on a rather brutal 10-hour Greyhound bus journey from Montreal to New York overnight last night, feeling rather smug to be out of the whole dating game (never in one place long enough, and increasingly hard to find a man I can look up to), when it suddenly occurred to me that I've made exactly the same mistakes as these fictional women, just my mistakes were in the sponsorship game, not the dating game. Suddenly my illusion of superiority deflated and I felt as pathetic as Bridget Jones sitting by the phone waiting for it to ring.
So, with apologies to Greg B, here is my adaptation of 'He's Just Not That Into You':
I'm dating this guy [pursuing this sponsor] who ends conversations saying he'll call me. Like, "I'll call you over the weekend." Or "I'll give you a call tomorrow." Or if he has to take a call on the other line, he promises, "I'll call you back in a few minutes." And then he doesn't. Should I read something into this, or should I just know to ignore whatever he says?
'Dear Call Waiting
Yes, you should read something into it. In fact the very something is "He's just not that into you." Here's the deal. Most guys [sponsors] will say what they think you want to hear at the end of a date [meeting] or phone call, rather than nothing at all. Some guys [sponsors] are lying, some guys [sponsors] really mean it. Here's how you can tell the difference. you know they mean it when they actually do what they said they were going to do.
Here's a multiple choice:
A guy you went out with [had a meeting with] once hasn't called you in two weeks. Do you:
a) jump to the conclusion he's just really busy, lost your phone number, and was struck in the skull, and is now suffering from short-term memory loss, and you should call him?
b) quit your job, stay at home, call the telephone company to make sure your phone works, and wait for him to call?
c) realise he's jut not that into you and move on with your life?
Correct answer: (c)
We men would rather lose an arm out a city bus window than tell you simply, "You're not the one." We are quite sure you will kill us or yourself or both - or even worse, cry and yell at us. We are pathetic. But the fact remains, even though we may not be saying it we are absolutely showing you all the time. If a dude isn't calling you when he says he will, you already have your answer. Stop making excuses for him, his actions are screaming the truth: he's just not that into you. Move on, sister! Cut your losses and don't waste your time.'
Am now in the heart of Sex and the City country, staying in my friend Dwight's apartment in SoHo tonight before flying on to Las Vegas tomorrow. Great to be back in my old stamping grounds of Seventh Avenue South.
I bought myself a US mobile phone today - contract made better financial sense than pay-as-you-go. Also feels more like a commitment to America. I hope to spend a lot of time over here in the run-up to my Pacific row, immigration officials permitting, and am childishly excited at the prospect. In this most can-do of countries, I hope to launch my Pacific campaign in all senses of the word.
Above: Jane Fonda, actress, political activist, fitness guru and all-round inspirational role model.
Extracted from an e-mail I wrote today...
"I have to confess to still being slightly mystified by the effect that my blog has had on people - so many people have taken so many different types of inspiration from it (and yes, some people have hated it, with 3 or 4 writing in to tell me so in no uncertain terms) - so it is a great help to get some kind of sensible analysis of what it is that appeals. This is exactly the kind of advice I was looking for.
I don't have time to do full justice to your input at this stage, but I've copied your mail into a document called 'Helpful Advice', which I should be able to sit down and analyse at some point in the next couple of weeks, and will then attempt to define some kind of a strategy, although as you very accurately point out, my general strategy in life seems to be to zigzag around in some kind of Brownian Motion until I stumble onto something that makes sense, usually more by luck than my judgement!
But I reckon that the more zigging and zagging I do, the more likely I am to hit on something - isn't there a theory that a monkey hitting piano keys at random might in ten thousand squillion years accidentally play The Moonlight Sonata? Well, that's me! :-)"
And here is an example of the kind of email that brings a warm glow to my heart (or is that indigestion after my 3rd choc chip cookie?):
"Dear Roz, I am the dyslexic student who contacted you when I was in meltdown in the middle of exams to thank you for your piece in the paper that got me through a bad patch. You emailed me back with good luck which was an enormous lift. I am emailing to let you know my results are in and my degree will be a 2.1 and I have a 1st for my Project. I am over the moon. Thanks for your response and good luck with your projects. I have some of my own in the pipeline so it is good to have inspirational role models."
Frightening to think that anybody might regard me as a role model, when I am so much more aware of my flaws than my virtues.
But when I think of my own role models - e.g. Madonna, Michael Palin, Anita Roddick, Jane Fonda - how much do I actually know about them? Does it actually matter if they're far from perfect human beings? Provided that I can find something in what they are or what they do that inspires me to live my life just a little bit better, it doesn't really matter if in reality they are as human and as fallible as the rest of us.
The nudity attention-grabbing tactic seems to be attracting a certain amount of support. Shots of naked rowing have been added to my must-get shots lists for the Pacific, although I will have to figure out how to add the 'fuzzy effect' to preserve my modesty before anybody else gets to see the footage. And I will make sure I film it towards the end of the row once the spare tyre has diminished.
I have been seriously struggling to get to grips with the pro-sumer editing software Final Cut Express - a huge step up from friendly old iMovie. But maybe the 'fuzzy effect' project is the incentive I need to conquer the learning curve.