It's hotter than a habanero out there, and I'm not cool.
Oh, I'm struggling along all right indoors, temperature-wise, with a fan on and the shades pulled. The dog is doing fine sprawled on the tiled kitchen floor. We're gulping oceans of iced liquids.
But I'm not cool. As in "kewl."
I'm not an A-list blogger. I don't get the big hits on my site meter (and it doesn't bother me at all, so why on earth do I even have a site meter?).
I'm not a joiner, although from time to time I will play along with the latest meme.
I do love to have readers leave comments on my blog. And I enjoy reading other blogs and leaving comments.
Here in blogland, however, even though it has been a warm and welcoming community, I'm running up against the inevitable chilled-out status games. High school, all over again.
Apparently I'm not cool enough to have my comments replied to on some cool blogs. I've tried winningly, wittily, and without success, on one's guy's blog in particular, but he has never acknowledged me. He's not a hermit; I know for certain he hangs in person with other local food bloggers when conditions are favorable. Maybe I could have elbowed my way into the inner circle and made sure to be present when conditions are favorable; maybe not... but I'm not a joiner, so I don't know.
Except... I am a joiner. Sort of.
I've befriended many bloggers in real life, meat & veg-space, actual coordinate vector time. I really, really like them. They've become a whole new social world for me. For instance: The flowers in the above photo come from (wow, feel the love) the garden of the mother of a food-blogger friend, both of whom are out of town. I'm watering the plants while they're away, and it's a good 25-minute drive each way for me to do the favor. Which I'm very happy to do — good karma plus all the monstrous zucchini I can eat.
Then there are the doggie pix in the photo up there, included today specifically because some food bloggers like to participate in a meme called Weekend Dog Blogging. I'm not enough of a joiner to officially include links and tags, but I'm crazy about my dog. So he shows up every now and then, usually on weekends... which makes me a half-assed joiner.
But would I ever, in a million years, want to go congregate with bloggers in a very warm (not cool) city? Never in a million years; I've been to academic conferences (back when I was in academics), and they are one big high-school status game condensed into a few days. Will you get to hobnob with the keynote speaker? Or did you get stuck in the back row of a mobbed-out seminar? No thanks.
This isn't warmed-over sour grapes, not by a long shot. I'm still hot for blogging and bloggers, and a couple of frosty receptions aren't going to shut me down; maybe my cool quotient will even benefit from rubbing cold shoulders.
If you've made it this far reading, thanks for joining me on my lukewarm ruminations — even if you're not a joiner.
I'd love to hear your thoughts. That would be cool.