Seven Christmas Things I'm Surprised I Don't Like: My Grinch List
by Stella Atrium 12/20/11
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In
the spirit of writing a blog as a list (the newest route to securing
blog traffic), I thought I would write out my Grinch list. There's a
plethora of these lists circulating, so please view mine with a grain
of salt.
1) Articles Written as Lists: Too obvious to explain.
2)
Andy Williams Christmas Specials: When I was a kid (I'm giving away my
age here), we waited all day for the hour of the Andy Williams Show
with the in-jokes and set decorations and his colored voice that
everybody recognized. The Osmond Brothers were introduced on that
show. Now a mock-up of William's voice is used for Target ads. The old
hour-long episodes are faded and jaded, looking sadder than "Lawrence
Welks" or "Sing Along with Mitch" from a decade before.
3)
Christmas Blow-out Giveaway on Twitter: Think about lead time, folks!
Twitter is for last minute planners, I know, but a Christmas list is
not. Any woman who plans for a large family knows the gift packages
were wrapped ten days ago. She's now in the stage of polishing silver
and making fruitcake before the real cooking begins. She may not
return to Twitter until time to return gifts starting on Monday.
4) Politically Correct Stance against Saying Merry Christmas: Deal with it, and may God bless...
5)
Warnings about a Hard Chicago Winter: Supposedly, the hardest winter in
twenty years is coming, touted with images from last year's blizzard
just for good measure, when it's 44 degrees outside. This is why
everybody's so dissatisfied; the doom and gloom of the news
broadcasts. We had one hard freeze and no snow. The grass is still
green and making buds. Let's enjoy the moment. 
6)
Over-cheerful Helpers at the UPS Store wearing Santa Hats: Don't you
just want to slap them? They're celebrating the slow death of the US
Postal Office so they can charge three times as much for the same
services.
7) Dry, Smelly Christmas Trees; The Most Grinch
Dislike of all: At least the men no longer chain smoke in the same
room, because I make them go outside. Next year the men can decorate a
tree outside, and maybe light the gas grill and cook their own holiday meal. Just my luck, though, it
will snow in Chicago in December 2012.
Merry Christmas, all!
Blogging Changes Writing
11/22/11 by Stella Atrium
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I just opened a Twitter account @SAtrium and poked around for what's trending.
Jennifer
Hudson attended the music award wearing a short dress made of clinging
silver, so her name was trending for an hour or so...
Now I can think only in 140 characters, or less.
A student asked how she should go about publishing her poetry and early journals. I bit my lip to hold back a giggle. Join the world; start a blog.
The most popular blogs are about how to write in blogs.
A student recommended blogging because she has no fear online.
In
her comfort zone she can express ideas about gender preferences, hating
her brother, wanting to leave home, and finding a simpatico follower.
Confessions are common on blogs, right after birth announcements.
We're born, we confess, we follow, we get mentioned.
Popular blogs have made-up personalities. Many famous bloggers don't blog at all; rather, staff members do all the writing.
A narrative builds when others join into the ideas
(read: #OWS), even if the narrative is not productive like the senate
Gang of Six or the Super Committee. In fact, the less truth, the
better the popularity. 
Can you say "Hope and Change"?
The public discourse is no longer about engagement, but entrenchment. I will hold my position and solicit followers. I will not give an inch, no matter the impact on my children or grandchildren.
Criticism is the work of the day. Opinion trumps the facts in the news. Don't bother me with the facts; I know what I know.
I cannot form a sentence that's more than twelve words. 
Just ran across a blog titled "How to Write Your Life". I remember when Madonna wanted to live on—camera. What purpose to actions when the camera was not there? She was ahead of her time.