Birth of a Blog

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A word said, a word understood, a nod and a wink, an emotion betrayed and a hand gesture understood, but no words spoken; a spark is lighted in the world of the blogger. And a blog is born on a piece of paper or on the pixel screen. Let the hand maiden of imagination take you on the uncharted,unlighted world of  blog creation. May your blog light up and inspire others with its uniqueness and originality. 

As always may you fight a good blog fight.

If you are selling anything via your blog , I have nothing for you, you are basically a shop keeper with low overhead. Also what we do not need is another food blog, if  you are food blogger , I have nothing for you. We all have been disappointed by exotic fruits and cold cuts of meat and cheese from exotic towns of this world, coming to your  mail box in the off-season of nature, where you dwell. We all know what we like and don't like; none of us after reading a food blog will have craving for camel brains and sheep tongue sandwiches or kangaroo tail meat.

Now for those chosen few who risen above and entered in the rarefied blog heaven and write about thing in life, and of life, share a experience, the stuff that neither sciences or the medical profession can't explain , I cheer and applaud you.

Let your God,your religion, and the advice from the five monkeys be your guide. 

And now ladies and gentleman the weather in the blog world: Snow in the north and south pole ; heat in the desert, and East will meet the West over the Bosporus.

What else do you want. " GO AHEAD AND BLOG ''

God bless you

May all be well with you

DMD

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