Shall I Move this Blog to WordPress?

I was playing around with Alphonsus’s Written Word yesterday and found a way to create a second blog. As an experiment, I transferred the entire content of my Blogger blog, comments and all, over to WordPress.

Now the question is, what do I do with it? I have an established presence here on Blogger, and virtually all of my friends use it exclusively. On the other hand, I love the dashboard of WordPress, and the way it tracks statistics. I have found WordPress to be a better experience overall then Blogger. What’s more, as WordPress is not associated with Google, I don’t have to log out of one Gmail account over to another just to use it. This has been just a minor annoyance, but it is an annoyance nonetheless.

I’ve yet to set up and widgets on the WordPress version of Alphonsus’s Random Drivel. I’d like to get the feed back of my friends before I do that. I’m still looking at templates over there. There are about 60 of them, varying from 1 column to 3 columns, with fixed or flexible widths.

Hmmm. I guess I’m kinda sold on WordPress. What I’m looking for are any good reasons why I should NOT move.

My new blog address would be

Love and peace and seeking the joy, whatever the hell that is.



Second Chances…sigh

If only we could do it all again, knowing then what we know now.

I’d start in the summer break between sixth and seventh grade. A simple trip to the doctor could have changed my life then and ever after.

Ah well. It is so very true that it does no good to dwell in the past. What’s that quote? Nobody can go back and start a new beginning, but anyone can start today and make a new ending. Something like that, anyway.

The quote, I know, was by an author by the name of Carl Bard, or something like that. The name isn’t important. The point was that it was all I could find about the man. I searched all over the net, even some books at work. Nothing. The quote exists in isolation. The quote could have been written sometime in the last 15 to 20 years, or it could have been written a century ago He was born, had a family, grew up, possibly got married and had children. He’s listed as an author, but none of his works can be found today. All that remains of him is this single quote, which I can’t even remember properly.

At least, however, he has that. A single quote from the past that reached out and touched someone in the present. How many billions of other human beings have far less than that?

That isn’t really fair though. Each one of those billions of human beings have shaped the world we live in now. Their lives, their decisions, all of it DID matter. For the people we are and the people we meet from day to day were influenced, and perhaps even created, by persons now long dead and forgotten. The threads they wove through the souls of their brethren still remain today.

And yet I lay here in bed, feeling sorry for myself because I can’t go back and change the past. The future is out there for my taking. Every day I have the opportunity to grab it, to try to make it mine. And every day I continue to live my little life of quiet desperation … a management librarian in a mid-sized town. One among millions like me.

Why do we ask for second chances when we fail, continuously, to grab the first chances that are always available to us.

Love and hope, all my friends,