I have named my blog "Question Air." I thought of it and it made me laugh.
My blog name is "Question." What a cool name. One could name a child Question. It can be a male or a female name! It can also be a command, or an alert that you are about to ask a question, like Dwight on The Office.
I do not know a lot about blogging. I am partly creating this blog because I started reading a friend's blog and I like it. Apparently I want Internet friends.
I don't have any particular slant or purpose for the blog yet. I am a teacher/writer/gardener/wife/catowner/sister/???. Mostly I thought it would be fun to use my blog to ask questions, offer an answer, and see what answers other people add.
Questions are very important in my life lately. I have been pausing to ask myself what I want. I started making a list.
Here's what was on it:
1. a radio in the bathroom
2. a thesaurus
3. to carry around granola bars for the homeless people who ask me for money
4. to make a mix CD for yoga
5. to think about my food before I eat it (kind of like praying, but not. Like thinking, "okay, the people involved in this veggie burger were: the farmers who grew the ingredients, the Morningstar factory workers, the truck driver who took it to the store, the store clerk, my husband who cooked it...)
6. to keep making the list
So far I have the radio in the bathroom and the thesaurus. I sometimes remember to carry the granola bars, but I have yet to give them away. I sometimes remember to think about my food.
I am still making the list, but lots of times I don't write things down. It's a list in my head, or a guide to the day.
So here's my first question for the blog world:
What do you want?
5 comments:
I want to be normal. I want an outside cat that kills things. You should like at www.whatjeffkilled.com. I want to make more money. I want to open a tattoo shop. I want my husband not to do heroin. I want my car washed and I want him to wash it and also wash the dishes. I want Angela and Meagan to get a blog. I want you to come over, ho. I want a baby, but I know that's just silly. I want a divorce, and then I want to marry my husband again, but this time I want him to act right. I want a nap and a sandwich and to do that thing you said about food. I want a milkshake. I want my old taekwondo school, and I want to be brave and strong and vegan like I used to be, in the before time, the long, long ago.
Boxes. To be already moved. To stay where I am.
For my pupils to return to normal size (I went to the eye doctor this morning and I still can't see right and I look like Japanimation).
A vegetable garden.
To have tea with Question and The Junky's Wife.
Hello, found you through thejunkyswife. Right now I want a Big Mac. But I can't cuz I'm trying lose weight and eat healthier, yada yada yada.
I want a house. an oscar worthy wedding complete with gift bags for the guest!
to lose some weight. just some.
nyc on a sunday in the summertime.
A child. Desperately, a child.
For my husband to understand me.
To be a great writer -- someone who makes people think.
To not have to teach high school students anymore.
Another degree, one that makes people stop tilting their head and saying, "Oh, how nice," when I tell them what I do.
My own grass and four walls that don't connect to anyone else's.
To fit into my clothes again.
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