My audience

When I write my blog, it's with several friends in mind. People who either started the idea or I'd chat about it over dinner except that they live thousands of miles away from me-- or are busy with two kids and a job-- or with a farm and a parish. And it's for friends. My brother and sister passionately refuse to read it and finding it eludes my mom.

I've been entirely too much time on Facebook the past couple of weeks collecting friends from high school and Regent. I went to school with amazing people. People who were on the team that designed the Chevy Volt, live in Niger, write and publish books, make movies and music, live in Haiti, compete in Iron mans, design their clothes, start their own businesses, get a PhD and move to HK. At points I feel like asking "who doesn't belong?" would be a rhetorical question. It makes me think of that iconic Groucho Marx quotation: I don't care to belong to a club that accepts people like me as members.

Here's a picture of the friend that probably pops the most to my mind as I write. If you're thinking, is she being funny? Then, chances are this friend is laughing. She also prompts a lot of my thinking-- giving me ideas I have to live with a long time. I always have somebody in mind when I write whether it's a TDL (me), lesson plans (students), journal (God). I keep writing at the process level, I rarely bother to reach towards the product level, which is a failing. I read a friend's blogHaiti's Jesus today that made me stop and pray. There's no comparison between his product and mine. I should have decency to shut this chop shop down. But, no. Chop, chop. I have friends to read and improve upon my garble.