Hmm. Think I'll write a blog. Got no idea what to write about, and my mood's not ideal, but hey, everyone else is blogging away so I guess I'd better contribute something.
Anything really...... just for the sake of it.
So what can I blog?I don't want a chat blog; if that was my scene I'd spend my time in the threads. I don't want to pinch and paste someone else's poem or post a worn out joke. I'm not attention seeking, religious, egotistic or heart-broken. And I also feel that I've gotta walk on eggshells around here and not write something that's going to upset some delicate soul. We are, after all, in cyberworld; safe from that nasty place most people here commonly refer to as the real world.
I suppose I could just say a quick "hello" and hope for the best. Hope that someone may at least comment or notice me.
But this is a blog; my log or journal..... written by me, for me or anyone who may find it of interest; and I'm not out to win a popularity contest. Whether people read it or not does not concern me; neither does the standard of my writing skills. What concerns me most is transporting ideas from head to keyboard. All I need is an idea.
So what can I blog?As I'm typing this, with no idea where it's going, I occasionally stop to have a sip from my mug of coffee. I'm a sweet tooth so there's two and a bit spoons of sugar for my fix. Fixed on sugar.... which has got me thinking how there's a lot of history about this stuff. When distilled we get rum and, because we had no coinage at the time, it just happened to be Australia's currency in her early years. The first sugar plantations in Queensland got under way in the 1820s and were worked by the Kanakas..... very lowly paid workers "imported" from various south sea islands. Almost considered slave labour, having to send them back home was the main reason why Queensland was dragged kicking and screaming into federation.
And off course there is the cane toad..... introduced on expert advice into the country from Hawaii to keep the cane beetle under control. Cane toads are highly toxic and most animals that try to eat them will die. Females lay up to 30,000 eggs a season and can live to around 30 years of age. And they are now adapting to the cooler climates and moving into NSW. Just to rub it in, the toads cannot climb the cane to get to the beetles which in turn rarely come to ground.
I'm not sure exactly what type of cow provided the milk for my coffee. Maybe a Friesian or a Jersey. Cattle are also introduced; and there's around 30 million of them dropping 12 million pats on the ground every hour. This time the experts got it right however by bringing in something that actually worked..... the dung beetle. This particular scarab hails from Africa and is much more adept at breaking down the pats than the native beetles which evolved with all the kangaroo poo.
I guess the instant coffee I use comes from beans that originated in Ethiopia or Yemen and eventually found it's way to Brazil where it was cultivated. Before it's arrival, sugar was that country's main export and the Portugese who colonized the joint also had to go to Africa for another import. This time it was the slaves to work the plantations. Hmm... sounds familiar.
Well... I've done my usual trick. The mind wandering off again and now my coffee's gone cold. Better go and make a fresh one, get back on this keyboard and write something.
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o what can I blog?
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