It’s scary that search engines are driving how digital content is written today. If you want the things you write to be found by more folks online, you have to consider what’s called “search engine optimization.” Experts in SEO can tell you how to rank more highly in Google searches, but they have nothing to say about connecting with real people with insights that matter. I want to do technical things such as make my pages load faster, but I don’t want to change what I’m writing so that a search engine will like it more. By the standards promoted by these SEO experts, none of the great books which have influenced me over the years would have been written (or discovered). Something is wrong with culture when software developers and geeks drive writing more than writers and thinkers.
Nightmarish dreams mean dead can continue to play mind games
My dreams have become nightmares lately — and I don’t know why.
Both of my dead parents showed up in dreams last night. My father was trying to manipulate me. My mother was abandoning me. It’s as though both were playing the ugly roles I expected from them.
It was as though something in me was using their departed images to taunt me — as though something was pointing an accusing finger and saying, “See? Nobody really loves you. You don’t deserve to be loved.”
There was even a basketball game later in the dream at which I was turning blue — and I felt shame at people seeing me like this when I had come to see a woman — but I’ll start with my parents.
Briefly: Take a look at brief recap of my site redesign
If you haven’t already seen it, please be sure to take a look at the five-minute video that I posted over the weekend about my recent site redesign. I had talked about it for months and then it was a messy transition, but things are finally as they ought to be. Click here to watch my brief ramble on the subject if you’re interested.
Briefly: Villain of ‘Fahrenheit 451’ is public hooked on pop culture, not censorship
Briefly: Broadway actress in ‘Wicked’ is proof that dreams can come true
We’re neither friends nor enemies, just strangers who share the past
‘This path leads to somewhere I think I can finally say, I’m home’
When love finally dies, it’s like a fever breaks and the pain is gone
Briefly: Need to be perfect has caused many of my other failings
Briefly: For three beautiful minutes, this walk-on was a starter for a top-10 team