So because I do not have the complete understanding of WordPress I should, I don’t have the spam filters for the comments set up correctly on blog. This means on any given post I get to delete about 50 spam comments to find the one precious good one. They have got to be coming from bots and if not bots, at least foreigners.
What happens with these comments, is that I will get the same spam comment many different times – some actually look legit – looking for RSS feed ( don’t know how to do that) – saying there is great info -I should monetize etc but there is a new one that has been appearing lately from posters whose name appears to be some grouping of, what like to me, to be Asian language symbols. I do not enough to know if it’s Chinese, or Japan, but definitely looks the symbols people get tattooed.
I know that English is a fickle language and there are many things that don’t translate well to other languages – like for example – I still remember learning in high school Spanish that the translation for “it’s a small world” technically says “the world is a handkerchief” or something along those lines. Many of us have received emails from call centers in India at work asking us to “do the needful thing”. So I’ve been racking my brain to try to figure out what the actual message is in the latest spam posts – brace yourselves for this one- “Don’t wear seat belts lest you drown in you own urine?” Your guess is as good as mine trying to figure out what the original idea was in that sentence. The funny thing is, this has just started in the last week or so, so who even knows what will be the next popular spam comment.
I’ve kind of been skirting the deep soul bearing stuff lately because I feel like early summer might have been the eye of the storm. The quiet time where everything seems to have settled down and be ok – you can go out, access the damage and maybe brace a little harder for the next wave.
More times that I like to admit, I’ve been reminding myself that somethings you don’t get over, you just get through because as soon as you are foolish enough to think you are over it, you realize you are not.
People have been asking me for the last year why I was sad and not angry. The truth is sad is comfortable and familiar for me. I know how it feels, I know how to ride the wave of it, I know how to deal with it. But now, as if from nowhere, this anger has emerged. Definitely what Holly Golightly referred to as the mean reds. I don’t know what to do with it. It is not a familiar and comfortable emotion for me and I don’t know how to get past it and just “let it go”. I’m hopeful that if just sit here long enough with it, the small, still voice that tells you to try again tomorrow, will get me to the other side of the storm.
On a completely different note – going camping in North Dakota this weekend at Theodore Roosevelt National Park. Cross your fingers we see bison, but not in our campsite holding us hostage so we can’t get to the bathroom.
There should be pictures early next week.