Soundtrack in my head:  Phil Collins, "Sussudio"

After this posting, I will be one-third of the way through the NaBloPoMo National Blog Posting Month) challenge in which I--as the website says--"post every day for the month of November. That's all I have to do."  I took up this challenge as a way of training myself to write shorter blog posts more often. 

So what do I think about this exercise at this point?

This is insane.

Twenty more posts after this?  What the heck would I write about? 

Maybe I'll do what I did when I was eight and had a diary with the date on each page--I'll fill in the blank pages with lyrics to songs like "Mary Had A Little Lamb." 

Maybe I'll put up a blog post that includes all the lyrics to Arlo Guthrie's 25-minute rambling classic "Alice's Restaurant," and then include the all of the text in the U.S. Constitution, and "War and Peace." Then I'll include the Gettysburg Address, highlighting the words "The world will little note, nor long remember what we say here."  Then I'll entitle the post "Filibuster."

I did not iniitally realize that I was joining a social networking site when I joined NaBloPoMo.  It's crazy enough that we have to take time to post something on our blogs every day.  Who on earth has time to participate in a social networking website on top of that?  Don't they have, like, jobs or something?

Nevertheless, as someone not of the MySpace Generation, I feel like I joined the zeitgeist when I got my first two "friends" that I did not know in real life.

When I offer the excuse that I am busy, people will start saying, "Yeah, right.  You and that blog of yours."

Are there really only three or four Wisconsin bloggers out of six thousand bloggers on NaBloPoMo?  If so, is this a positive or negative commentary on the intelligence of Wisconsin bloggers?

My posts aren't any shorter. 

To be fair, I did start some of my posts before November 1st, which might partially explain why they aren't really shorter. 

I think there is reason that I didn't know the definition of the word "pithy" until well after the age of thirty.  In some corner of my mind, there is still a part of me that thinks the word means "Irritation, speaking with a lisp."  I forever wrestle with the ancient proverb, "Where there's a sentence, there's three paragraphs."

I would like readers to suggest what the word NaBloPoMo might mean if it were actually in the dictionary.  My ideas include

• An anagram.  I'm really bad at anagrams.
• A hair product that doesn't require blow drying.  Didn't you know big pompadours are back in?  You didn't?
• A French general riding on a horse.
• A type of marinara sauce.
• A funky-shaped pasta that accompanies said marinara sauce.
• Something heard on a Led Zeppelin record played backwards.
• An intestinal disorder.
• A children's game--often played in a swimming pool--in which the child who is it is blindfolded and must find and tag his companions using hearing instead of sight.  The child who is it yells "Nablo!" at which time the other players must respond "Pomo!"