LEARNING TO BLOG: 2-4

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Today is Election Day, an exercise in futility for New Jersey Democrats like me.  Nonetheless, in a little while  I will be going down to my polling place at Princeton Charter School, like a good citizen, to record my desire to stop Chris Christie.  It isn’t going to matter at all whether I do this or not, because he will almost certainly win the election by a landslide and continue as governor until he moves on to the Republican nomination for president.  But what’ s the alternative?  Silence is also speech.  And not voting is casting a vote for the guy you don’t want.

Actually, I sort of like plain-talking, no-nonsense Chris Christie.  (What’s not to like — except his party and his politics?)  But you don’t go into the ballot box because you might enjoy hanging out with the candidate when he isn’t electioneering.  (Although younger Bush picked up a lot of votes from folks who did just that. And now look where we are!)

However, this is not a blog about politics.  I wouldn’t dare.  (Intelligent people never discuss religion or politics, said the Wise Man.) I mention Christie only because I’m not going to have a lot of time for WordPress today.

Just about enough time to share some good news:  I think I may have finally mastered the “Add Media” bit!  So here are some photos to look at, without too much more verbiage from me.  Wish me luck.

Mastering Media

Possible home page photo for the blog I'm learning to blog for

Possible Home Page photo for “The Getting-Old Blog” (The not-yet-here blog for which I’m learning to blog.)  Photo too gloomy?  What do you think?

 Family Room (in the words of realtors)  Where we  hang out the most.

Family Room.  Where we hang out the most. Where the blogging gets done.

The cats a year ago, when Sophie had just arrived.  Sasha on the left, Sophie on the right.

The cats a year ago, when Sophie had just arrived. Sasha on the left, Sophie on the right.

My mother, aged three or four.  Taken in a photographer's studio in Russia, 1907 or 1908. (And seven or eight years later came the Revolution.)

My mother, aged three or four. Taken in a photographer’s studio in Russia, 1907 or 1908, before the Revolution.

Me.  (So now you know.)

Me. (So now you know.)

I’m off to the polls!