By the way, how do I go about replying to comments? I wanted to reply to an anonymous parent, but when I hit "send" it was one of those airplane things that just flies around and around the computer and never gets sent. (Do you know what I'm talking about? Smtp or something.)
One of my Mom's student's parents was checking their browser history, they found TeacherTalk and left a comment with a bad e-mail address. My Mom has been blogging, and so we've been emailing more than ... well more than we ever have, partially because of tech support questions such as the above. She's always known about hello, typepad, and she's known about randomWalks since 1999, but she never really understood blogs until she started writing her own. I don't think this is unique to blogging, since reading and writing are complimentary skills.
Anyway, my Mom has been reading the archives. Her favorite posts are the same as mine - Serena Williams on Law & Order, and Defending Derrida. She never knew I read Derrida, even though she's the one who sent me to Oberlin! If anything, I read him by osmosis. More importantly, we've got things in common that we may have never known.
"Remember Diana Rigg?" my Mom asks. We also used to take pictures of the TV. "Also, what's that cactus called?" "The Crown of Thorns," I answer. "We used to grow that, I loved it."
I love it too. More recently, I received a scolding email for my Seabiscuit review, "Even my Mom, who couldn't care one way or the other about horses, loves this book." My mom writes:
to set the record straight, Joanie and I were OBSESSED by horses when we were growing up. We went to horseback overnight camp two summers in a row (a month each summer) and went riding every single saturday morning in either Golden
Gate Park or along the beach---which would be deserted. I still remember the thrill of galloping along the hard part where the waves had packed the sand.
Who knew? I'll leave my original review for posterity, but please consider the record straightened. I'm eagerly anticipating her post about rooming with Laurie Anderson in college. Also, she once had pet rats.
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