I knew that someone recently wrote about awards. I had to go look it up. It was Hugh, and with all due respect, I am not comfortable with the notion of accepting awards as a part of my blogging strategy. Don’t get me wrong, Hugh’s right, and I probably should listen, because he often has very good advice, but…I can’t. That strategy, as well as posting on Thursday afternoons and including photos and calls for action probably all work. It’s just not for me.
You may have noticed something odd though: I do have an award on my sidebar. It’s The Dragon’s Treasure Award from Cimmorene. The award is handcrafted and selection is by a committee of one, Cimmorene. I love her blog, and I particularly like her News sports and Weather posts.
She’s not an ABC, NBC, ESPN style news source, but it’s a fun read, and that is why I’m here. I read to be entertained. I also read to be educated: in my field of employment, in history, science and in the more spiritual aspects of life. I read to be inspired, but I’m often inspired more by the way a writer phrases a description than from an “inspirational” post. Those of you whom I follow already know this, because you’re entertaining writers. That’s why I follow you.
So far, I’ve collected about half-a-dozen awards. I have hemmed and hawed (I always thought that was himmed and hawed, so, see, educated) about officially accepting those awards. I haven’t yet. I hawed and hemmed about making my blog officially “Award Free” which I haven’t done.
Award free sounds to me like “hormone free” “organic” or even “American Made.” Not that my blog isn’t made in America, but tacking phrases like that onto something always seems to me to be more of an advertising thing than an educational thing. It’s certainly not an entertaining or inspirational thing, so what’s the point. You might think it’s educational, but you discount the fact that you might be being lied to. “American Made” might mean “assembled” in the United States. Sometimes it means stuff was made here and assembled in Mexico or Canada or China. Who cares? If I want the stuff, I’m probably going to buy the stuff. I’d like it if more stuff was made in America, but I think several of those ships have already sailed.
I remember when I lived in Seattle, Subaru made small pickup trucks with the tiny jump seats in the bed. Well, they shipped them in unassembled. The truck was assembled, but the seats weren’t bolted into the bed. Rumors at the time suggested that they could say they were shipping car parts, not cars and avoid some tariff or dock fees. I don’t know if that’s true, but it sounds like the kind of loophole that our government would overlook. I searched for the name of that truck. It was the Subaru Brat, and it popped up in an article about the Top-10 scary cars.”
In addition to “Made in America”, “Organic” has also always bothered me. What food isn’t organic? Petrochemicals are organic, at least that’s what I learned when I took Organic chemistry. So that even makes plastics and fertilizers organic. Certainly bio-engineered plants and animal feed are organic. Hormone free? I doubt many animals worth eating are hormone free. Maybe we didn’t juice them up with additional hormones, but they’re making their own all the time.
Anyway, if I had proclaimed my blog to be award-free back in 2015, I would have had a dilemma when Cimmorene gave me her award. I’d be saying “I don’t accept your awards, but I’ll accept hers.” Technically, I guess that’s what it looks like, but it’s not the case, I’m really just lazy. Awards are work. The work, thanking, boasting and nominating more recipients, is why they work – did I mention that they do work? Well, Hugh says they work and WordPress says they work. But I’m lazy and as hard as it might be to believe, there’s a kinda-sorta schedule behind the chaos of this blog.
Awards really interrupt the schedule. Work interrupts chaos. That’s a fact. The second law of thermodynamics says that everything is moving toward a state of maximum chaos, and that it takes energy to prevent that, to achieve order. There’s only so much energy, so ultimately there won’t be enough to get/or keep everything ordered. That’s why it scientifically stinks to be afflicted with OCD. You can’t really keep everything ordered – the universe is against you. The laws that govern our existence are against you. Even if you keep things in order, when you die, disorder happens. Chaos (ultimately) rules.
Today’s post is part of Linda G, Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday.
Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “odd/even.” Use one, use both, use ’em any way you’d like! Enjoy!