The Huffington Post Guide to Blogging a review

I love Irony in all its forms so it should come to no surprise that my first attempt at book reviewing is on The Huffington Post Complete Guide to Blogging.

One of the reasons I decided to blog was so that I had a place to work on my writing skills. Several friends recommended I try my hand at book reviewing as I love to read and reviewing would help my writing. Since I had no experience in blogging I felt it would be a good idea to seek professional help, plus I saw a great interview with Arianna Huffington promoting her book and blogging (everyone should do it, she cried!).

The guide is well written, witty and intelligent. The book guides the reader on everything from picking the best blog site, the pros and cons of web hosting, third party applications (though not how to link them to one’s blog) to how to write.”Find your voice, blog like you speak!” the guide says. Since I suffer from a disability that effects my thought process (I forget words, or as I like to think of it, I lose words right before they come out of my mouth) my blogs would look like ?.

I found the guide most useful when it talked of how to format a blog. The guide breaks down how the paragraphs should flow; a little like an essay but shorter and with only one point. I also liked reading snippets of celebrity blogs. Some funny people it turns out are not so funny after all.

The downside of this guide was how much it was geared towards political blogging. It seemed the authors wanted to push the idea that everyone can be a political blogger. The tips on getting new readers and how to network with other bloggers all centered on political ideas. I skipped a chapter because it seemed totally devoted to the subject.

Over all I feel this book is helpful to anyone who wants to learn why people blog and why political blogging is turning the news media on its head. If you already have a great blog and decent following this guide may seem rudimentary.
I will use what I learned from the guide; who knows maybe someday I will end up posting on the Huffington Post. Now that would be ironic!

A tribute to my dog Bubba

I had a dog named Bubba..

Yesterday morning at 11:50 my beloved dog Bubba passed away in my arms. Bubba was battling bone cancer and yesterday we both gave up the fight. I want to think Bubba is pain free now and off running somewhere chasing cats (his favorite past time, though what he would have done with one had he caught it remains a mystery). I was very attached to Bubba more so than any other pet I have had. I want to cry and cry because of my attachment but am holding back.

See, I want to think these things, and work through the pain but I have a problem. I am Buddhist and as a Buddhist I don’t believe in heaven nor should I be so attached to my pain that it overwhelms me. Some Buddhist I have turned out to be!

I never meant to become attached to my dog. He started out as a playmate/protector for my then 8 year old son. We found Bubba (already named) in a local pound. He was a Rottweiler mix, and it was love at first site for all of us. We took him home and soon he and my son were inseparable.

Bubba crossed that invisible line with me; the line that said he is an animal not my other kid, don’t become attached. At the time of my divorce it was clear I was becoming a single mother of two. Bubba and my son Alex were constantly on my mind. Where is a good place for them to live? Will they adjust to their new surroundings? Will they be happy? All my major decisions revolved around my two kids.

Bubba was always happy and adjusted well. In fact Bubba survived two long distance moves, one short disastrous relationship (for me not him) and finally he survived my son growing up. It never occurred to me that Bubba would have to face a life threatening illness. I assumed one day, after many, many years he would pass on like my grandfather, peacefully and with a smile.

Now I am facing the loss of a beloved companion and protector. I could be a good Buddhist and work on letting my feelings and thoughts go, but I won’t. I am going to honor my friend by embracing my feelings for him. I am going to cry for my loss and at the same time I am going to picture him chasing cats and being petted and loved by many souls.

This is why I am writing tonight. I want everyone to know I had a dog named Bubba who was the best friend anyone could ask for.