Tuesday, August 25, 2009

Random is Dead.

An old nemesis of ours, random, died recently. He was stabbed to death, repeatedly, by the blogosphere. He is survived by his loving wife, miscellaneous, and his children mundane, slapdash, incidental, and indiscriminate. Donations should be sent to thesaurus.com.

Say it together, out loud: RANDOM IS DEAD. You put a knife into random when you put exactly zero thought into your blog. You gave random a kick that fractured his orbital bone when you showed you didn't care. You put random into permanent kidney failure because of your thoughtless, slipshod, disorganized writing.

You, and you, and you, you all killed random. You're all fucking murderers, every single one of you who misused and abused poor random, and made him your bitch.

This message particularly applies to today's reviewee. I have ADD and reading this blog is actually painful for me. It bings from one subject to another, zooming headlong from an interview with Nelson Mandela to stories about flatmates.

I don't get it. I don't think you will, either.

At a minimum, this site needs to:

1) Create an about me. Who are you, and why in the fuck are you polluting the blogosphere with your random bullshit? This is how poorly explicated your blog is: I read for 30 minutes and STILL don't know your gender. Are you a he or a she?

2) Get rid of the ugly ads. You don't need 3 columns. You especially don't need a 2-column wide ad. I doubt you have more than 10 readers at this point. Who is buying this ugly shit you're advertising? No one.

3) Figure out who you are and what you are writing. See item #1.

I'm going to repeat myself from a previous review because some of you aren't paying attention:

Knock off the shtick, and learn to tell a story without killing it.

Ultimately, blogging is a simple thing. If you write it, they will come. It doesn't have to look good (note: I once gave an ifuckingloveyou to a blog on myspace). You don't have to promote it. You don't have to get on everyone's blogroll. You don't have to join humorblogs.com and ten million other blog promotional pyramid schemes to promote your blog.

You just have to do one thing, and do it well:

Write.


I give you a short bus. This blog, in its present state, has all the wit and sparkling charm of a coma patient.

And fucking put Random to rest, in the cemetary, where he belongs. He's starting to smell.

Monday, August 24, 2009

The Slackers Were Onto Something

A guest review from Allison Chains.
Do you ever get the feeling we’re going to look back on this as the Decade of the Geek? The ten year span in which the little brothers and sisters of the Grungers finally came into their own angst, but without the flannel? And that in another ten years, telling a girl that “I had a hard time in high school – I was a geek” will get you absolutely NO sympathy tail, because everyone was a fucking geek? I gotta level with you here – I may be suffering from geek burn-out.

Today’s reviewee is The Badass Geek. So, this should go well.

The first time I opened this guy’s blog, I fell a little in love. Because if I was basing this review on design alone, oh hells yeah, he’d get an “I Fucking Love You”, and I’d be out back with a ciggie. Clean, black on white, easy to navigate, not too many doodads in the sidebar. Archives, nicely laid out, ready for me to paw my way through. An About page with nearly the perfect amount of information. A “Best Of” list that intrigues. The only design downfall: I’m not a fan of the Twitter feeds that are popping up on everyone’s sidebars. Because if you want me to take you seriously, and I think this dude does, using this symbol ( <3 ) isn’t going to make me want to get to know you any better. (What in the crap is that, anyway? Makes me think of Peter Griffin’s chin. And I don’t want to think about Peter Griffin’s chin.)

Badass Geek, or BAG as he refers to himself, can write. Well. His grammar, punctuation and spelling leave absolutely nada to be desired. Dude should probably teach some lessons. At first, his posts felt a little longish. Like he was using 500 words, where someone else could have used 50. But once I got into the rhythm, let my brain go a little fuzzy, I realized he just really likes language. “Geeks” out over it, if you will. I’d still encourage him to find a middle ground – consider each word: is it essential? If not, sum it up and move along.

BAG writes a lot of humor. But for some reason, I’m not usually laughing. To quote the venerable Nelson Muntz, “It’s funny, but not ha-ha funny.” It’s like BAG’s big ‘ol brain gets in his way. He over thinks the shit out of something, overwrites it, and some of the funny leaks just sort of leaks away. For instance, in this case, do we really need all SEVEN dictionary definitions for awkward? (Answer: No.) This one is a funny story (For the love of god, there’s puke. Right there, insta-comedy.) And yet, by needing to include every single step, doing all the work for the reader, it loses what it could have had. Also, you’re a creative guy. Which is why there is NO REASON ON EARTH to do 7 (seven) separate posts in the space of one year on search terms people used to find your blog. Stop it.

Here’s what I’d like to see you do. The next time you’re getting ready to write a post, tell the story out loud. See what parts make people’s eyes glaze, see which parts make their eyes widen, where they get excited about what’s coming next. Write accordingly.

In the end, I think BAG is a writer. And this blog is a fun place for him, to come and talk about bodily functions, his wife, the day to day, and to build a community. You’re doing some good, solid work, here BAG. Just try not to work so hard. Stop being careful; let the posts happen. Borrow from the previous decade’s ethos, learn how to slack.

I’m giving you two bright, shiny stars. Do with them what you will.

Friday, August 21, 2009

Way Way Bad



This review courtesy of guest reviewer, Lolita LeBruise.

Okay, kids, I had a kind of popular lesbian/parenting/middle-age miasma blog for a few years and just shut it down. Love Bites, who sadly is not a lesbian, but a slutty little man-magnet, apparently felt I’d have a little time on my hands. So, she handed me my first assignment: The Way Way Up Blog.

Okay, let me put on my best Salmonberries parka and get started. The template is boring blue Blogger. Anyone who has requested a blog review here ought to know better – I mean did you read the rules? Even I knew better when I was reviewed a few years ago. But, I failed miserably. The next day, I got down on my knees before LB offering her anything to look at my blog again only to find she is strictly a slutty little man-magnet and I could continue to kneel to no avail or just rebuild my damn blog. I did.

This blogger is a young man who has made his career teaching in the uppermost reaches of northern Canada in the newest territory, Nunavut, which is the least populated and geographically the largest. Thanks Wikipedia - because even after reading this for quite some time, I had no idea beyond the random ice berg photo, where he might be blogging from. We could chalk it up to my geographic ignorance of an obscure Canadian territory, or we could just blame the blogger who can’t be bothered to draw new readers by letting us know why we’d ever want to know where he is or who he is. I vote blame the blogger.

While reading this blog, I just kept shaking my head saying, “Has he actually met any of the people in his life?” What had the potential to be a poignant “To Sir, With Love” or “Stand and Deliver” kind of blog is merely a litany of questionably studied opinions and the mundane day-to-day tasks that are his life. What could have been an exciting National Geographic adventure is a bunch of lifeless photography. What could have been an adventure in discovering the Inuit people and the descendents of the original European settlers through their stories and lore is post after post of soulless, dry lessons in history and culture with no connection to the people who actually lived it. Even his stories about his family, whom I would assume he knows fairly well, come across with all the flavor of cardboard.

The only times I detected the faintest heartbeat was when he defends seal hunting. His rant against Sarah MacLachlan sure told her. Uh, huh – take that Sarah – and may your musical dry spell continue! Yeah! My personal favorite is his Nazi/seal hunt comparison – um, don’t know if he thought of this, but we might actually formulate the thought that some people might think both are bad. It’s a complicated issue, seal hunting by indigenous peoples, but his trite rants do nothing to advance his case. Logic and reason aren’t his strong suits. Hopefully, he doesn’t teach math.

I finally gratefully tumbled headlong down the iceberg into the hungry polar-bear filled waters after reading the most recent post on the need for social workers in the area. His solution? Parents need to do a better job. He opines that some parents suck and some children might be better off on the street. Alert the media. I wanted to pick him up and slap some emotion into him. We’ve all heard it, but why do you feel this way? What have you seen? Who have you met? Give it some soul to illustrate the point without the banal conclusion.

The Inuit have many sociological and economic challenges and a rich and vibrant history and hearing about them and the European descendants in the area could have made for fascinating reading.

Summary: Blog template sucks, stories have no life, blog has no direction. It’s not a travel blog, a study in culture, a look at education, or a place of personal introspection.

He wants to take his posts and write a book. Heh. Yeah, this is the next Julie & Julia. But, good news; he has a new blog and a new job posting in yet another place that he will totally miss. Oh, and he’s a new dad. It’s got the best of the worst of daddy blogging written all over it with his scintillating post on contemplating the greater unpleasantness of baby poop over baby pee.

I give him a big:

Thursday, August 20, 2009

Waxing Scatalogical

Every time I get a mommy blogger to review I say some variation of this: I'm not a mom; I don't want kids; parenting is beyond me and I just don't get it. And it's true, every time. But I'll be damned if there aren't a lot of you parents out there blogging away. You've snuck right up on me so that here I am at 34, still befuddled by the thought that people try to get pregnant. I know; I'm kind of a late bloomer.

Still, every time I get a blog that's demonstrably mommy in nature, I cringe. And this is entirely unfair because, lord, how many people out there have kids? Some of my favorite people are parents. Some of my favorite bloggers are parents. My parents are parents and I love the hell out of them. I am so much in the minority as to be almost freakish. And they're just people, after all. They haven't been infiltrated by evil parent aliens from the planet Annoy the Fuck Out of Me, where their god is The Mighty Scrapbook and their government -- My Offspring Did the Cutest Thing Today -- demands a kid-centric regime. At least not all of them have.

So I renounce my anti-parent blogger bias and promise to no longer sneer and roll my eyes automatically when I see a page devoted almost entirely to progeny. At least I'll refrain until I've determined whether they are, indeed, aliens.

Which brings me to today's reviewee, Creepy at Tiptoeing Through the Tulips. It is, yes, a mommy blog. You can tell right away -- look at the huge honking childish scrawl that takes up your entire browser window. It kind of gives it away. It also kind of drives me insane. There's also the tell-tale collection of darling pictures of children paraded down her sidebar. Initially you might think, as I did, "Oh holy fucking christ, another fucking mommy blog. I bet her kids shit rainbows and fart lollipops."

Well, you and I would be wrong. Because her kids just shit shit. Lots of it. (Be glad I didn't link to this post. Oh, wait. I did.). A lot a lot. If I didn't think the whole tulips thing was very appropriate, I'd suggest she change her blog title to something along the lines of "There's Shit Everywhere," or "Shitastrophes," or "Ew, What's That Smell?"

But don't let the poopapalooza throw you off. Creepy is worth pinching your nose to tread through all that loaf pinching. She's all kinds of upfront about who she is and what this blog is about. Yes, it's a mommy blog. But if a mommy can say these two things, back to back, I'm down: "*I love my kids so fucking much I want to squeeze them 'til their little heads pop off. *My kids drive me so fucking crazy I want to tear their little heads off." Because that's kind of how I think it should be, me with my neverhavingkids self.

There's a lot of "this is what we did and how it went and aren't my kids the cutest little shitpants on the planet" writing, but Creepy is likable and irreverent and honest and twisted and enraged enough to pull it off. Also, we totally share a birthday. Aries holla!

So, it's not the most carefully crafted blog, and maybe the kid stuff can get a little ho-hum for a nonbreeder like me, but she makes up for that by telling a very honest, meaningful, and relatable story about raising a special needs kid. My day job deals with exceptional education, so I know how valuable sharing experiences can be for parents of kids with special needs, and I respect Creepy for wanting to document her experiences. It makes a difference, and I suspect it will make a difference to her son some day.

However, Creepy, I'd still like to encourage you to branch out more. Frankly, I'd like to know more about you now. The blog feels a little like it's outgrown its beginnings, with Graham thriving and growing and little Dottie, too. It feels like it might be time to drop the umbrella of "mom who blogs about her kids" in exchange for one about Creepy, who is a mom and more.

Some suggestions: Your design is innocuous and boring, but not eye-bleedingly horrible. I'd move the archives up above the pictures of the rugrats. Good job on having separate pages for important things, though. In terms of writing, you have an engaging and funny voice that I suspect is very true to life. But there's a slipshod quality to some of your posts. I know you're a busy mom, and you say you're not a writer, but I suspect you are. Or could be. Spend some more time on crafting your posts and editing them. And please, for the love of Daniel Craig's sweet, sweet ass (<--- my version of heaven), lay off the fucking ellipses.



Wednesday, August 19, 2009

A Dream Academy of His Own


A guest review from Posol'stvo the Medved:

Have you ever been invited to someone’s house not long after they have taken a vacation to someplace exotic? Inevitably, the conversation turns to the adventures that they had while there. Perhaps, if you are particularly lucky, your hosts might truck out the computer, our generation’s answer to the slide projector, and show you every single digital image snapped on their trip.

Oh joy.

Michael’s Meanderings reads like the transcript of just such an evening. He tells long stories about hiking and biking and traveling and juvenile epilepsy* and First Nations events and he includes lots and lots of pictures that help to show you what he’s talking about.

You know what? Having been through my share of these evenings, both sitting through someone else’s slide show and subjecting my guests to a few of my own, I can assure you that all the stories and pictures are only just so interesting.

Unless you have been there yourself.

Michael’s a good writer. But an extraordinary writer would make you feel like you were there, at those locations, at those events, with him. A good writer tells you what happened; a great writer makes you care.

Michael could be that great writer if he could just grasp the concept that “less is more.” Too often I found myself checking to see how much longer a post was going to go, skipping to the next paragraph, scanning over the details he provides with lavish affection. Too many posts were actually three to five times as long as the ideal length, according to my A.D.D.-ometer. At one point I found myself asking “Holy cow, how much longer is he going to be going on about all these minute details about this camping trip, and how long did this trip actually last?” And that’s when it dawned on me that I had gone to the next post without even realizing it – that this was two separate posts about two separate camping trips – that I had completely missed the transition.

Was I sleep reading? Very possibly. I didn’t get the best night’s sleep last night…

But before you go assuming anything about my state of mind, consider the following paragraph:

“Not too long ago, Joseph, a friend I originally met in Fort Simpson, who is now living in Whitehorse, gave me a call. He asked me if I'd like to join his stick gambling team for the 21st Annual Yukon Stick Gambling Competition held at Twin Lakes, north of Watson Lake, near Junction 37.”


Could we not have maybe said instead:

“Not too long ago, my friend Joseph gave me a call, asking me if I'd like to join his stick gambling team for the 21st Annual Yukon Stick Gambling Competition held at Twin Lakes.”


Did losing that extra detail hurt the meaning? I don’t think so, and it moved it along, getting to the meat and potatoes without making me wade through too much garnish.

I will say this – Michael has some very interesting topics to write about, and I found myself frequently wandering through Wikipedia and Google results looking for the details that I was curious about that were left out of his posts. Details about the ketogenic diet. Details about where exactly Whitehorse, YT is located in relation to Dawson Creek, BC (a very good friend of mine spent a good chunk of his childhood in Dawson Creek, BC). Given all the details that were in his posts, it was mildly amusing to me that I felt as though something had been left out. Maybe he covered these details elsewhere at another time, but as a new reader, I didn’t know that.

What else? Let’s see.

  • The Issue: His template is boring as hell. Not necessarily a bad thing, but his archives were a drag to navigate, and when in a previous month’s archive, there was no clear cut way to get back to the main page. Things like that piss me off. More than is rational. My Suggestion: Put some character into your template, and provide a link (in your header?) back to the top page. (Note: As I was assembling links for this review, I noticed that a new header graphic has been inserted. Black text on a white background. Given your locale and all your photographs, I know you can do a lot better.)


  • The Issue: I don’t care that his sidebar is riddled with stuff that I’ll never look at, but I know that there are other people at AAYSR who do care about such things. My Suggestion: Please include just the basics there. All that extra stuff slows down your load time on already egregiously long pages.


  • The Issue: The site could use an About Me that is useful. I’m usually ambivalent about them, but since this is not really comprised of commentary, instead being a diary of life in a northern town, this is one blog that desperately screams out for one to get the reader who is NOT from the area oriented. My Suggestion: Add an informative About Me page and provide a prominent link to it.


  • The Issue: Like the writing, the pictures can at times be overwhelming. Pages took too long to load. I experienced visual overload. When one or two pics would do, Michael presents twenty. Oddly, there were a few times when he would describe something that he saw that was so beautiful that I would have loved to see a single picture of, only to have him say something like “I was too busy enjoying it to take a picture of it. Sorry.” My Suggestion: Try to be more selective with your pictures.


  • The Issue: Too many of his posts assumed that I, as a reader, had some sort of prior knowledge, as though I had been reading what he had been writing from the very beginning. Given how long it took for me to get through the few months that I was able to work through, that was just not happening. I was not going to be able to read everything that he had written and get this review posted on time. The net result? A bit alienating to new readers who have to scramble to catch up. My Suggestion: Consider occasionally that a reminder is in order. Links back to previous posts containing explanations are okay, but including the Cliff's Notes version would help too.




Meandering Michael, I grant you a single, solid “Meh” with a promise to reassess that in a month or two.

* Lest you think I am a total craven dickhead, I have lots of sympathy or empathy (or whatever it is) for Michael and his wife and his daughter over her seizures. I hope they find a way to overcome this challenge in their lives, and that Jade manages to live a full and rich life. I truly do. But I don’t think I fall into the “likes to read all about other peoples’ ailments” demographic.

Monday, August 17, 2009

Chocolatopia and Vanillaville

Wow, I'm totally unmotivated. So is the rest of the crew on Ask, as if you couldn't tell that. This week, as a reward to myself for actually reviewing a blog, I treated myself this one.

You know I'm white, right? If you needed confirmation of that, just check the avatar at left. Whiter than white, y'all.

Today, though, I'm crossing the blogosphere's vast color divide and reviewing fung'ke blak chik.

And, all I can say is: MORE. Please. It's okay if you piss people off. We like it.

She writes:

This afternoon I was talking to my friend Rippa, and I told him that if I really wrote about half of the stuff I think on a daily basis, that I’m guaranteed to get even more hate mail and so-called anonymous emails (remember people nothing is EVER anonymous) than I already do.


Our philosophy here is, if you don't like our opinion, we'll stab you in the eye. I can't help feeling there are commonalities between us. Clearly, either of us would happily throw down and cut a bitch. And, I think that's a beautiful thing. You should do it more often, Fung'ke. Let it all hang out, tell us what you feel, give us front row seats in your brain. I like it when you do that.

Apparently, blogging is on the list of "stuff white people like," because blogs written by people of color are drastically underrepresented on the blogosphere. That may be because black folks aren't as hopelessly narcissistic as white folks, or as interminably emotionally needy. All I know is that the melanin-deficient are online in droves, making the sphere relentlessly monochromatic. Nonetheless, I can't help wishing that blogging would start falling into the realm of "stuff black people like," right next to rims and crunk. (Also, why isn't there a stuffblackpeoplelike.com)? WTF? That could be some funny shit there. I see that stuffeducatedblackpeoplelike.com is also gone, and that's too bad. My co-worker Sam and I used to laugh until tears ran down our faces over that shit.

Beyond that, do you know who else is missing from view in American society? Middle class, white collar, educated black people. These folks are not only missing online, but they are missing in media coverage in general. I mean, Will Smith and Jada Pinkett Smith are on Entertainment Tonight all the time, and you can't watch a news broadcast without seeing more than a helping of coverage of your standard issue crackhead/junkie/gangsta/pimp/thugs, but just plain old regular black folks? M.I.A.

I'm not sure if CNN doesn't know these folks exist, or if they just don't care, but I think there are too few blogs like fung'ke's out there in the sphere.

Having said that, it's not perfect.

Here's what you should work on, babycakes:

Your template is...weird. I don't like that strange freaky thing you do where your more recent post is dragged up into your header. It's confusing. I don't like the second line of text in the header describing your blog (:adj. characterized by originality and modishness; unconventionalism) because black on a dark gray background is a waste. Either bold that shit up and put it in white, or just delete it entirely.

You have entirely too much bling. You know if you saw some girl walking down the street with a grill, and hooker shoes, and way too much cheap gold jewelry, that you'd roll your eyes and be all, "Who she think she is?"

But, apparently, you don't think a thing about tarting up your blog until it's ghetto fabulous. Stop it. It's fine to mention you're on facebook, but you don't need an advertisement that's 4 inches long cluttering up your sidebar. I'd investigate coding in a drop-down list for your archives. And, you should highlight your BEST posts in your sidebar, not necessarily the ones that have the most comments. Pick them yourself instead of having some gadget pick them for you. You know what you've written that you're most proud of, highlight 6-8 of those posts so people can easily find them. Get rid of the stupid thingfo, and the stupid live feed, and the stupid ads. Every single gadget that you put on your blog is going to slow down your page loading times and make it less likely that someone will take the time to read your words. Beyond that, it just looks trashy.

The posts are interesting, ranging from an exposition of CNN's Black in America series to a truly horrifying period.

The posts can run a little long, and are truly expository writing, each blog is on a particular subject and usually ends up as a full-blown essay. The posts need editing (for grammar and punctuation issues), and could benefit from a thorough purging at times to make them cleaner and less wordy. But they are an interesting read.

I like her. Also, she has great tits. And for some of you, that will be enough.

I give her two stars:

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Pond Scum

Once upon a time, there was a nerdy college law student who wrote about his ridiculously stupid exploits, and got a book/movie deal.

His name is Tucker Max. And, he has one winning characteristic: he's funny. You read his stuff and you can't help laughing, even though you know you shouldn't.

Fast forward to 2009, and we find that he's inspired an entire generation of insipid, soulless clones with the ethics of pond scum, the writing skills of a kindergartener, and the classiness of Bourbon Street at 2 a.m.

Slopmaster has been writing about his ridiculously awesome life for years and years. I'm somewhat ridiculous and usually try to get as close to the line of appropriateness as possible. I'm now an expat in Africa and recently lost my virginity while here, which seems ridiculous but not that ridiculous. Anyway, I'm having lots of sex now to make up for lost time. I don't tell the girls I have sex with about my blog so I write all the bloody details.


Take one nerdy virgin with zero moral scruples or good judgement, locate him on a third world continent where he is making roughly 10,000 times the average per capita income and has no qualms about sexually harassing the hired help, and you get Slopmaster.

I am in the terrible position of reviewing a person I wish would die horribly in a fire. In fact, I would only want to read this blog if it reported on the author's death, and even then, it would only interest me for about 4.6 seconds.

Don't you wish you were me?

Oh wait.

I bet you do, because then, you'd have the chance to tell this person, in front of an audience of hundreds, that he can fuck off and die. Hopefully, an ignominous, heinous, painful death.

At the minimum, Sloppy, you alcohol-besotted pendejo, my wish for you is that you experience enough soul-scorching pain that you're forced to grow the fuck up and and learn to act like a man. If this requires you losing your dick and balls in a bus accident, so much the better.

Here's your prize:



Thanks for playing.

Wednesday, August 05, 2009

'Cause in the city we're ourselves and electric too

I'm not a city girl. I'm not a country girl, either, for that matter. Nor am I a country club girl or a suburban girl or a southside girl or a campus girl. I'm not precisely sure what location descriptor might fit me best, really. Perhaps I'm a midtown girl. Whatever I am it's not city. And this depresses me a little bit because, oh, the lights and the pace and the sights and the culture (yeah, sure, junkies in the park counts as culture, don't you think?). But I'd be overwhelmed down in the thick of it for more than a couple of weeks, honestly. I'd want some trees and a little space before too long.

The Unbearable Banishment, however, straddles the line between suburb and city, sometimes embracing his banishment and sometimes pining for his lost city (which isn't really lost, since he works there, but still). He's a Midwestern guy who moved to NYC and stayed for twenty years but got sucked into New Jersey suburbia and family life.

This is the dullest design ever. Oh, it's fairly innocuous. I'm not seeing any antifreeze green or anything. But it's such a downer. Seriously, folks, get with the program. This isn't 2004. Find a better template. We've got loads of links for you to find something better. UB, you take lovely pictures of the city and your family. Snag one of those and make it your banner. The design you've got now says, "Ask me about purchasing medical supplies," not, "I'm a cool, arty, urban dad with a sense of humor." I will say this, it's not cluttered. Although you'd be better served with tabs for an About page (create one, please) and your blogroll.

UB is a bookish city boy and the father of two girls about whom he writes sweet and funny posts. He reminds me of my brother if my brother were straight: neat, organized, intelligent, well-spoken, artistic, and politely irreverent (that sounds like an oxymoron, but it's not). He's into theater , theater, and more theater (Why do I feel like I need to be spelling it "theatre"? Because I'm all snooty-balooty, that's why.) and art and books.

There's amusing commentary on NYC/NJ life and funny references to Bond, which is aces in my book. Anyone who can quote Goldfinger is all right by me. But he's also remarkably down to earth and his writing is approachable and conversational. And he's a marauding cell phone jammer, a practice of which I wholeheartedly approve. He needs a fucking cape.

Most of the blog is light and funny and erudite and sort of carefree, but there are some posts that reveal what's going on in his life and his heart, and these are very fine, too. I'd like more of them.

The morning is moving on without me, and I've got to get this review posted. But what I really want to do is settle back into this blog and read some more. It's being added to my feed reader as we speak, although there's one minor problem: I want to know more. There's not a lot of talk about Mrs. Wife, which is either a little off-putting or terribly protective and sweet, I'm not sure which. And we get a lot of now, but not so much then. I'd like some more exposition, but then I always do. "Take it off, take it all off" seems to be my mantra. I get that not all blogs need to explore the sharp, rusty edges of our souls or sift through the decaying pages of our sordid pasts, but, come on. Just a little?



Tuesday, August 04, 2009

Sit Up Straight, Dammit

I am 43. I bet many of you didn't know that, did you? I am often told that I seem younger than the number of my years. I don't know why. Maybe because there is a certain goofiness about me, an informality that is most comfortable with people who are less conscious of their own dignity. Maybe, I am making up for the years I lost in an unhappy marriage where I was forced to act the part of a dutiful wife in a fundamentalist church for precisely 15 hours a day, for 12 years.

I don't know.

I have terrible posture, but I don't slouch. I bounce, stumble, skip. I walk loudly. I can't relate to those who slouch through life, they offend me on some level.

I didn't want to review you, but here it goes. I am a mother, I am often the one to suck up the task that no one else desires, and finish it. I bet you can relate.

Sometimes, we are accused of being non-objective sheep. To help counter that objection, I'm going to give you an insider perspective on how I review blogs.

It isn't particularly methodical, as I am not a particularly methodical person. I'm not a methodical writer, either. I tend to go with the flow. I find the mechanics of writing to be draining, especially if I can observe them from the outside of someone else's work.

First, I form an immediate opinion about how the blog looks. I scroll down the page, hoping to get some first impressions about the author. I look for an "about me" page that tells me some background so I can jump into the story with some fundamental understanding of who I'm reading. I look at the overall aesthetic statement that the blog makes.

Is it cleanly designed? Where does the blog's design focus my eye? The blog design should draw my eye TO the writing. It should frame the writing. It should not distract from the writing.

The purpose of a sidebar is navigational, in my opinion. The sidebar should help the reader transition through the blog, like a map, finding one's way to best posts and archives and answers to questions about the author. A sidebar is NOT a place to put advertisements. It is NOT a place to put awards. It is NOT a place to put a long blogroll or list of archives. I detest all of those.

There are ways to roll up archives to clean the sidebar so that the words in the sidebar don't distract from the words in the blog itself. This should be done, in my opinion, as it is more visually pleasing.

When I click on this blog, the first thing I see is a brilliant orange Oxi Clean advertisement. I see this before I see your writing, before I see anything else.

I hear Billy Mays inside my head, even though he's dead. I like that he's dead, because I found his presence in life an ongoing source of displeasure. Why can't Billy Mays go away, even though he's dead? Hearing Billy's voice makes me feel disgruntled, and I want to click away, immediately, but I force myself to pay attention to the template.

Are you a witch? I like the idea of Wiccans, I would find that interesting about you, but I found nothing to confirm or deny your religious views. If you danced naked in the moonlight a la Gerald Gardner, that would be even better. The concept of skyclad worship appeals, as well. I like naked.

See how distracting a badly designed blog can be?

Based upon the above paragraphs, Slouchy, you should draw the following conclusions:

1. Clean up your sidebar, it is visually distracting.
2. Create a correlation between your blog design and yourself. The blog should fit your character.
3. Create an about me page to introduce new readers to the back story about you and why/what you write.
4. Why is there an ugly ad first thing in your sidebar, above anything else?

After being annoyed by the appearance of this blog, and the submitter's clear disregard for any and all advice we've ever offered on the subject of blog design, I start looking at what she's written.

I see a picture with no explanation. Great. I feel even more less connected than I did previously.

I see poetry describing her family as a tree. I might understand this poem if the author had deigned to give me some background information on her life, but she hasn't. I get that her family life has been less than ideal. I lose interest halfway through the poem.

I find a list of her best work. I start reading through it, and read all of her best posts.

What I find is that the basic framework of posts is solid, but there is a wordy tendency towards wordiness that I find tedious.

This post, for instance.

The hotel room was standard issue and dated. Between bouts of jagged, ugly tears (his and mine), I wondered that it had come to this: mahogany veneers and gold-plated drawer pulls.


I just get the sense that this author is trying too hard at this. I see the effort, in every post. There is no poetry in this for me. It feels, to be blunt, standard issue and dated. We've ALL had this experience. We've all stayed in this hotel room. There is nothing new here that connects on a tactile level for me.

And, it's frequently too obvious.

On the wall a sailboat trying vainly to hold back the roiling sea.


Oh, my! The roiling sea of emotions inside, you don't mean to suggest?!! How subtle.

Never since have I gone through two boxes of tissues in one night. As the pile next to the bed grew, it took on substance, heft, until wryly I noted that it was a sculpture altogether befitting the end of a relationship.


Do you see how the sentence structure here feels stilted, and not clean?

When we talk about editing, what we mean here is that clean prose, without the trite word usages and phrases that earned us pats on the head in high school, is better. The simpler way is realer. You don't have to say "altogether befitting," you can use other words that are more active, less passive, more visual, less contrived.

It doesn't have to be this hard, and it shouldn't look this hard.

This post is better. But still, you struggle with editing.

Editing is refining. It is going through a sentence to remove every extra word that impedes.

You need to do it.

This is not a bad blog, but it should improve. Every single post needs editing to the point of spareness.

That's my opinion. Which, I suppose, is what you asked for.

I give you two stars, for effort. That's not a bad review, but I'm a long ways from loving your blog.