Before I take you back to Hong Kong , readers, I want to write a little about something a dear friend recently wrote me in an email. She said that she enjoyed reading the blog but was not ready to comment quite yet, that it felt like a club. It was an interesting point. I have, and will continue to, encourage Anonymous to comment because, as an expat princess herself she has a bazillion funny stories, memories, and insights to share. Make no mistake, the last thing I want is my blog to become a club!
I mentioned the club issue in a phone call to KT today. I do not think I had spoken to her in since she had moved to Hooterville. Part of my goal for 2008 is friendship maintenance (eventually I will get to you). It was a long conversation. Vis a vis the club issue, KT said she was surprised to see that Toucan Tom, a friend of ours from Brazil , commented on the blog. I said to her that reader Tom was, in fact, not Toucan Tom, a fact only I would know because I can see his IP address. That, I said, was Random Tom; I do not know him personally but love that he comments on my blog. I do not even know how he found my blog but I value his comments. I have no idea where Random Tom lives.
Random Tom, if you are out there, please write in and change your nickname if you so choose. Random Tom, likewise, can choose to remain Just Tom. (Yes, I know there needs to be a glossary of names, but this is an issue for the future.)
Having a blog is a little like having a pet. One has to feed and water it for the blog not to die, let alone grow. Lately, I have been undisciplined (like that is news). Sometimes I send off posts in a rush to MCV to publish for me and belatedly see my typos and grammatical errors. Or, even worse, I later see that I have not transitioned my thoughts well and have not properly articulated myself. Not being able to edit my own blog makes this especially mortifying. My readers have been very forgiving.
Even then, only ten percent of my best friends in the whole wide world even read the blog and thusly are not privy to the Stinky Glama Villa saga, my impending nervous breakdown, or the joys of a spa date foot massage. The people who primarily comment are my family, amigas do Brasil, or my sisters’ friends. Few, if any, comment from my Mexican expat past (que lastima! so many good stories!) and there is only one commenter from China (so far). Mr. Understanding himself is a sporadic, infrequent chimer-inner.
So, if you are one of those who is a non-commenter, do not be afraid! There is no time zone difference to worry about, no one can see your picture, and you can make up your own nickname (or not). You are always welcome to come to this party, even if you disagree with me or think I am a self-absorbed buffoon (refer to title of said blog). Consider this your formal invitation.