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January 3, 2005
Hello Daddy Merry ChristmasBy Greyhawk
An exchange of emails with my 13 year old daughter over Christmas holidays.Her: Merry Christmas! (Note: Original in red and green letters 1 inch high)
Me: Merry Christmas to you! Christmas isn't too bad here, weather is awful though. We had a great meal in the chow hall (don't tell grandma I ate there). Last night some folks put on a Christmas show and that was great too. There were enough people to make a nice choir and they sang Christmas songs and told the story of the first Christmas.
This will make all the future Christmases much nicer I think. It will be even better to be all together.
Tell me what you got!!!!!!!!!!!
Her: i got mostly clothes. i got the sims 2 game. i got this black makeup kit. ear rings, a necklace, a hat, a purse, a candle, and these cool monster feet slippers and a pink safe. (big brother) actually picked out our gifts this year. he got me the slippers and candle. (big sister) got me the purse and pink safe. we're gonna take pictures of our piles of stuff we got. did you get our cookies yet?
why dont you want me to tell grandma that you ate there?
Me:Don't worry about Grandma, that was just a joke. She wants me to stay away from crowds.
Why would you wear black makeup?
Her: its not black make up. its a case of makeup and the case is black. here's a picture of the stuff i got. actually its the things i got but most of them are in different colors. but thats only the stuff mum got me. did you get those pictures mom sent? we put my monster feet on the dogs. man, nothing interesting has happened lately. except for this one day we went on base and we were eating at the food court. me and (big sis) went to fill up our cups and this chick who looks about (big sis) age (who we noticed behind us in line) comes up and says, "excuse me, um my friend over there thinks your hot," and i thought she was only talking to (big sis) but then she says "both of you and i just wanted to let you know that" and i was just shocked at first. the first thing that came out of my mouth when she turned around was, "IM 13 YEARS OLD!" so then we sit down and tell mom. and i start to unwrap my taco and i say to mom and sis, "you know how to take care of a problem like this?" and i look over in there direction except i couldnt see cuz i didnt have me glasses on and i smile. and then i open my mouth huge and take a huge bite of my taco. meat and sour cream came out the other end and then i was chewing with my mouth open and just looking as gross as possible. oh man. so funny.
Me:Well, I suppose if you're going to wear makeup you'll have to get used to that sort of thing. ;)
Sounds like you can handle it though.
Posted by Greyhawk / January 3, 2005 11:27 AM | Permalink
November 26, 2010
I think anyone who's ever pondered the "comment" option - once only available on blogs and bulletin boards, now ubiquitous on almost any web site - will appreciate this:
The so-called faculty of writing is not so much a faculty of writing as it is a faculty of thinking. When a man says, "I have an idea but I can't express it"; that man hasn't an idea but merely a vague feeling. If a man has a feeling of that kind, and will sit down for a half an hour and persistently try to put into writing what he feels, the probabilities are at least 90 percent that he will either be able to record it, or else realize that he has no idea at all. In either case, he will do himself a benefit.
That's wisdom from the past, captured for posterity at the US Naval Institute, shared via the web on the institute's 137th anniversary.
From their about page:
"The Naval Institute has three core activities," among them, History and Preservation:
The Naval Institute also has recently introduced Americans at War, a living history of Americans at war in their own words and from their own experiences. These 90-second vignettes convey powerful stories of inspiration, pride, and patriotism.
Take a look at the collection, and you'll see it's not limited to accounts from those who served on ships at sea, members of the other branches are well-represented.
I'm fortunate to have met USNI's Mary Ripley, she's responsible for the institute's oral history program (and she's the daughter of the late John Ripley, whose story is told here). She also deserves much credit for their blog. ("We're not the Navy nor any government agency. Blog and comment freely.") We met at a milblog conference - Mary knew (and I would come to realize) that milbloggers are the 21st-century version of exactly what the US Naval Institute is all about. Once that light bulb came on in my head, I mentioned a vague idea for a project to her - milblogs as the 21st century oral history that they are.
"Put that in writing," she said (of course - see first paragraph above!) - and here's part of the result.
Shortly after the first tent was pitched by the American military in Iraq a wire was connected to a computer therein, and the internet was available to a generation of Americans at war - many of whom had grown up online. From that point on, at any given moment, somewhere in Iraq a Soldier, Sailor, Airman or Marine was at a keyboard sharing the events of his or her day with the folks back home. While most would simply fire off an email, others took advantage of the (then) relatively new online blogging platforms to post their thoughts and experiences for the entire world to see. The milblog was born - and from that moment to this stories detailing everything from the most mundane aspects of camp life to intense combat action (often described within hours of the event) have been available on the web...
And et cetera - but since you're reading this on a milblog, you probably knew that. And you know that milblogs aren't just blogs written by troops at war, that many friends, family members, and supporters likewise documented their story of America at war online in near-real time, as those stories developed.
The diversity in membership of that group is broad, the one thing we all have in common is the impulse to make sense of the seemingly senseless, and communicate the tale - for each of us that impulse was strong enough to overcome whatever barriers prevent the vast majority of people from doing the same. Everyone at some point has some vague idea they believe should be shared - we were the people who, from some combination of internal and external urging, found and spent those many half hours persistently trying to write it down.
But where will all that be in another 137 years? Or five or ten, for that matter. That's something I've asked myself since at least 2004 - when I wrote this:
Membership in the ghost battalion has grown in the years since, and an ever growing majority of those abandoned-but-still-standing sites are vanishing. Have you checked out Lt Smash's site lately? How about Sgt Hook's? If you're a long-time milblog reader you know the first widely-read milblog from Operation Iraq Freedom and the first widely-read milblog from Afghanistan are both gone from the web. If you're a relative newcomer to this world you may never even have heard of them - or the dozens upon dozens of others who carried forth the standard they set down.
If you have a vague notion that something should be done about that, (a notion I've heard expressed more than once...) then you and I and the good folks at the US Naval Institute are in agreement. Preserving the history documented by the milbloggers is just one of the goals of the milblog project, the once-vague idea that we're now making real.
And it's a big idea, if I say so myself - too big to explain in one simple blog post, so stand by for more. Likewise, it's too big a task to be accomplished by just one person. So if you're a milblogger (and exactly what is a milblogger? is a topic for much further discussion on its own) I'm asking for your help. All I'll really need is just a little bit (maybe just one or two of those half hours...) of your time, and your willingness to tell the tale.
We've already made history, it's time to save it.
(More to follow...)
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