A moment away from politics to display one of my railroad videos.
A Union Pacific train westbound over Donner Pass and down towards Roseville, California, on the Roseville Subdivision.
BZ
A moment away from politics to display one of my railroad videos.
A Union Pacific train westbound over Donner Pass and down towards Roseville, California, on the Roseville Subdivision.
BZ
Yes, that will be the pace of my blogging for a bit. I’m working six days straight and won’t have time to do much other than sleep and eat and work. Back to full-chat blogging next weekend, when things will return to normal.
BZ
Sort of. At least I figured out how to reclaim my once-hijacked password, for the time being. I subscribed in 2009 but had my password hacked about 2.35 seconds later and, with that, cast Twitter aside. I was uninterested. My place on Twitter languished for a good five years.
I have, this week, re-upped with Twitter and found myself ablast with persons wishing to follow me and asking me to follow them. This was a literal digital tsunami the likes of which I was unprepared to handle.
I can see how one could devote their entire lives to Twitter. There is just so much information crashing about. But I will not be doing that. I will be accessing Twitter when it serves me or my agenda. Can’t be more honest than that.
Now I have to figure out how to put it on my “smart” phone. Which, frankly, is infinitely smarter than me.
I am: @BZep
Take it away, Twitter.
BZ
Bloviating Zeppelin began on June 19th of 2004.
I never thought it would last more than a few months. I never thought I would be interested in posting more than a few months.
Surprise, surprise.
I was convinced I’d lose interest.
First it went five years.
I wrote only for myself. I had no idea how to embed links, how to post photographs. I could do nothing but write and click the “PUBLISH POST” button.
My continuing thanks to Texas Fred and Robert from American & Proud for bringing my graphics into the 20th Century, and then on my conversion from Blogspot.com to WordPress.
I’ve written for me; I’ve written to document portions of my life so I won’t forget; I’ve written to bloviate, to excoriate, to yell, to educate. I’ve written when stone cold sober and remarkably inebriated. I’ve written with tears running down my cheeks. And I’ve written as the snow fell and stacked up, over six feet, on my deck.
Throughout all this, my greatest thanks go to you, my readers. Thank you for trusting me, for visiting, for taking the time to comment and interact.
With all the hubris, arrogance, violence, hate, discontent, confusion, lack of understanding and, mostly, lack of time, I know that each and every one of you are challenged in your lives.
Yet you still find the time to come by.
I stand amazed. And incredibly thankful.
Thank you again.
BZ