I’ll be slack in updating this week, as my mind is singularly focused on my production of Waiting For Godot opening this weekend. That and work, which pays me so that I can enjoy doing the things that I like to do. So, watch your favorite weblog update notification service for update announcements. Of course, looking at me referrer logs, most of you already do that.

The horror! The horror!

I fired up the sourdough pancake fueled lawnmower this morning for my weekly jaunt around the yard. My preference is for a natural looking space, but I’ll grudgingly admit that most grasses look better when cut every once in a while. My grasses are mixed throughout with wildflowers, so part of me is pained every time I push the mower about. The first delicate flowers of spring, dots of pink and purple, have finally been done in by a pair of freezing nights sandwiching a week of seventy degree days. The clover and dandelions have flourished and add nice bits of color. In the weeks past, the clover have shown a definite lack of smarts by standing tall and looking about when they heard the click-clack of the mower near. They were rewarded with a quick chop from the Lord High Executioner. The dandelions had the sense to duck and were for the most part spared. This week was different. The dandelions had grown complacent. A whole new generation was fat and lush off the spoils collected from their fallen clover brethren. Even the elders, their bald heads waving in the breeze, seemed to have forgotten the survival skills that had served them well just the week before. The clover grouped together under taller thick growths of leaves and hunkered down. When the mower came by, it was a dandelion disaster. The only survivors were those few that cowered beneath the mats of flowering grasses. Bumble bees circled overhead, sensing that they had only a few hours to harvest what they could from the dandelion heads that lay scattered about the yard. Life is hard when you’re a yard flower.

As I write this, I’m waiting for the Lord of the Rings movie preview to finish downloading. I’ve got the goosebumps!

The Brunching Shuttlecocks reveal that many weblogs (this one included) are really composed by fuzzy logic ‘bots relying heavily on the function oblique (skim (_SOURCE_)) 5.

Given that more and more people are tuning to the web as their primary source of information, it’s good to know that there’s a page devoted entirely to jamming a pair of scissors repeatedly into your crotch. Thanks to Kim and Jen for emailing this to me.

Bumper sticker seen on th e back of a state department of corrections van on my way to work this morning: “People are terrific. Life is beautiful.”

I stumbled upon the Alpha & Omega AlmightyWind Holy Ghost Fire Ministries, which features a thirty minute song loosely to the tune of “The worms crawl in, the worms crawl out … " sung by “a citizen in hell” warning us about what awaits if we end up there. Whatever works, I guess.

What would your favorite TV & movie characters look like as Fisher Price Little People? Quinn has the time & talent to show you.

As the month goes by, I expect we’ll all be hearing more bunk about the dreaded 5/5/2000 alignment. Here’s an article from 1996 that explains in detail what’s happening, how it’ll look, when it’s happened before and will again, and gives pointers for how to argue with an astrologer. Reading it reminded me of conversations I’d have with the locals in high school. “What are you going to study in college?” they’d ask me. “Astronomy.” I’d reply. Often times they’d look at me funny and say “You want to tell fortunes? What got you interested in that?” I’d shake my head and say “Actually, I’m interested in cosmology…” but before I could explain they’d say “You mean makeup and hair styles? Like beauty school?” I had that conversation so many times. I had fun explaining my facination with science to people, but always wondered why cosmotology was always on the tip of so many people’s tongues.

Dear Sally,

I enjoyed your reply to anon regarding starting a feud or pulling a big prank to get his/her weblog noticed. I think you failed, however, to use your considerable pull to curb a trend which may prove harmful to the weblog community. I’ve seen a lot new weblogs recently clamor for readers by posting fast and furiously (gets you near the top of the weblogs.com and blogger lists, you know), by blogging the blogs (that blogged the blog that … ), and by good old-fashioned feud starting. There have been posts of discouragement ("I’ve only gotten 15 visitors today. It’s not worth it anymore. “) and excited cross-linking ("Blogger X linked to me today! Yay! “). Those obsessed with popularity are missing the point and the real joy of weblogging, I think. Weblogs allow you to share yourself and your interests with complete strangers and friends and family in a way that’s non-invasive (“Hey! Look at me! Look what I like! Hey! " doesn’t work in person, so why should it be tried with weblogs?) and hopefully interesting to the reader. If you simply write about what you find interesting and why, be it sites you find on the web or someone you passed on the sidewalk, people will come. Those that enjoy reading what you have to say will stay and meanwhile, others will come. Outside links will begin funneling more readers your way, and the process will build on itself. It’s a natural thing, but for most of us, a slow thing. CamWorld wasn’t built in a day. The key to building readers is to be interesting and the key to that is to be yourself.

This all might sound odd coming from me. Kestrel’s Nest is by no means a popular weblog, no matter what metric you use. But going by the words in Scribble’s excellent essay weblogging: lessons learned, “having 10 million hits is not the game plan. having 10 regular readers is a home run.”, I’ve gone from striking out to hitting 5 home runs a day. Every week nets a few more readers than the last. Strangers get sucked in from search engines and send me excited email about the wonderful world of weblogs. Keeping this weblog is incredibly rewarding in so many ways, and it’s all come from going about my business and just being myself.

Sure, it’s nice to get noticed, but there’s no need to try and shout over the other 500 webloggers out there. It’s a big enough room we’re in that we can just converse normally. All that shouting will just scare away those folks poking their head in to see what all the noise is about.

Thanks for listening, Sally, and keep up the good work.