La Nuit Blanche, Saturday 2 October, 2010 — Parc de Belleville — Mon Repos aux Tuileries by Claude Lévêque
I’ve seen others use Posterous to post blogs, media (such as photos), and other information. I did not ever create an account before, though, as I felt I had too many already! But with the capability to cross-post to multiple places like Twitter, and Facebook, and so on at the click of one button, I am seeing the usefulness of having a place to do just that, and Posterous is it (thank you, Mr. Ashton Kutcher for the suggestion — yes, I am connected to him on FB and Twitter, too, haha! And Mrs. Kutcher, too).
I’ve had a lot going on, as my previous blog on An Alien Parisienne attests. I was thinking that doing some posts through Posterous might be one way to go ahead and keep the ball rolling at An Alien Parisienne without having to take so much time to post. This does not mean I won’t post chapters of books (lol) on AAP, just that in the interim, until I can find my groove with life and computers and blogs and social networking, something important to my life right now, doing it this way may be a solution.
I also wanted to come on to the blog to say I have some decisions waiting for me regarding the information I posted on in the prior blog. I’m having great reservations about continuing as I have with the commissioned work I was given. I’ve completed about 10-20% of the work, but don’t know if our motherboard nor my emotional state and Paul’s and my relationship can handle more. The thing is, not doing more also means deferring the dream of being a multi-computer family, something we really need. There’s a lot weighing in the balance, and I have to figure out what I am going to do, STAT.
It’s 7:30 am. Mr. Paul’s alarm just went off. I’ve been working on emails and other stuff for the past couple of hours. In just a couple of more hours, I am going to decide what to do.
I’ll keep you posted — through WordPress, Posterous, or both. Or Facebook. Or Twitter.
What a crazy online world it is!
Be well & remember, the road to hell is paved with good intentions and unbought stuffed dogs.
Au revior, mes canards.