Showing posts with label shakespeare. Show all posts
Showing posts with label shakespeare. Show all posts

Thursday, April 23, 2009

facebook oh dear

I am sure if you have ever read any of the blog posts or even published web/magazine articles I have written through the the past years. at some time I will have complained about facebook or the many other social networking web sites there are, even twitter! that I have to say, I use quite a lot, has a real love - hate relationship with my time and thoughts.
any-way in a weak moment a week or so ago I did one of those annoying what kind of * are you? this one happened to be 'writer'. so I filled out the questions answering as honestly as possible, and it turned out that I was 'shakespeare'. yes I know they mean nothing, are a waste of time. realistically all I may have in common with the great bard is the fact I often make spelling mistakes writing in haste.

I was surprised to see that the surfing article I had written the month before for Go2 magazine had a strange connection to shakespeare (corny I know). the title was was added by the editorial team viv and rachel not me!
just in case you might have thought otherwise | I have no influence on the design / type-setting of the magazine. I write 1000 words a month for Go2, which usually goes in with out re-writes or edits. I am am happy with that.

Friday, March 14, 2008

the ides of march


I am not sure why but around this time of year I seem to get anxious, perhaps it is embedded from being at school as a pupil (rather than a teacher). when we learnt shakespeare's soothsayer's warning to julius caesar, "beware the ides of march". though the expression "ides of march" doesn't really mean a bad time, it simply means "march 15th." I don't really think of march as a bad time just that so much is changing that probably is making me anxious. the days are finally getting noticeably longer and the weather warmer.

with new things happening naturally. it makes me think that I should be doing even more new stuff my self, perhaps that's more likely to be the reason for my un-rest than some roman saying adopted by shakespeare. oh well I had better get on with it then.