WHEEE!!!
I am celebrating ONE year of blogging!
(And I just discovered MS Word 2003 does not know the word. It gave me a red squiggle below ‘blogging’! What nerve!)
Many people would wonder why I’m making such a fuss. Well, let me explain. This is one of the few, rather very few things I’ve started doing of my own violation and stuck to for this long. Let’s hope it doesn’t suffer the same fate as my diary, salsa, soft board……… (All of which I still hope to resume someday)
One person who has played an undeniably vital role in getting me to blog, and is also my steadfast critic needs to be thanked. Even without disclosing your identity online, I think I’ve made myself only too clear. (You’re probably the only person who’s going to read this anyway!)
¡Muchos Gracias Señorita!
Since it IS our 62nd Independence Day (swine flu notwithstanding), I feel obliged to say something on the subject. Reading Ayn Ryand’s Fountainhead the other day, I came across an odd thought – Compulsion is a form of freedom. For instance if schooling is made compulsory, you are actually ensuring people freedom from illiteracy.
This is, of course, a highly debatable thought. In fact, it’s the only definite thing about it.
But returning to the more conventional usage of the term, I wish everyone who is reading this post a Happy Independence (from the Brits) Day!
