The Undocumented Tools of a Blogger’s Trade
Medieval monks had their scriptoriums for the laborious task of illuminating manuscripts. Do modern bloggers have an equivalent nook?
A blogorium, ideally, would be a room set apart from the daily round. Quiet, even to the point of meditative in mood, it would contain the tools of the blogger’s art, plus a few indispensable extras. No, not a minibar. I was thinking more of a trampoline (see below).
The blogorium would be the focus of any serious blogger’s household. Children would pass the hallowed entrance in awe and perpetual silence. The dog would refuse to bark when padding by. Wives would remove suggestive clothing; husbands stop clanging their tools around. In short, it would be a place of retreat, devoted to blogativity.
My blogorium is a snappy space with a bay window which overlooks a rest-home for the elderly. I can gaze down and contemplate my future. Coincidentally, the room has become a repository for furniture nobody knows what to do with. Thus it has developed an old world colonial charm of decaying opulence, rounded off by the aroma of ancient books and polished oak. And that’s only the blogger.
All bloggers deserve a blogorium, I believe, if they are to do their best work undisturbed by the trivia that passes for life. A short verse written about the writer Rupert Brooke catches the mood :
The young Apollo, golden-haired,
Standing on the brink of strife,
For the long littleness of life.
Ah, what a blogger he would have made.
Of course, the blogorium must also be available for other activities, especially for exercise ~ what I call blexercise. Yes, it’s one of those composite words again, beloved by denizens of the blogosphere. Actually I made it up, but I’ve no doubt that others have been there before me, given the fertility of the net-mind.
Blogging, like air travel, increases the risk of DVT (Deep-Vein Thrombosis) and other circulatory conditions. I can make that statement without consulting any medical sources, because it is self-evidently true. After a hard day’s blogging, the Olympic Games can seem aeons away.
Blexercising then, consists of the steps you take to get your circulation moving while in the process of blogging. It’s very important that we get up from time to time and move around. Calisthenics in situ is one option, though not my favourite. Until recently I practised a kind of home-made Tai Chi. Not any more. Sliding around the house in slow motion, imitating the movements of animals, is a fine way to “summon up the blood”, though I doubt Henry the Fifth would have approved. In any case, there’s a danger of developing a reputation for eccentricity. So what’s the answer?
I have as it happens made a remarkable discovery which will change your life ~ and your blogging. No, I’m not going to sell you a pension. I refer to trampolining. Blexercise and trampolining go together like … well … Russet apples and Wensleydale cheese.
It was my sister ~ not otherwise known for great discoveries ~ who turned me on to the power of lift-off. Her excitement led me to try out her 3 foot, 30 quid model ~ nothing but the best for her, obviously. After a week of overdosing on lactic acid, your correspondent emerged into a wholly new realm. Life flew by in rhythmical, vertical motion, up-and-down, up-and-down. It was uphill most of the way.
Mindful of Talleyrand’s advice to new French ambassadors : “Above all, no enthusiasm”, I won’t bore you with the details. But sports trainers testify to the amazing circulatory and mental benefits of trampolining. And you won’t wreck your knees in the process.
So take my advice: trampolining is an ideal form of blexercise. You don’t even have to leave the room, and three feet of space is all you need. Pass the Wensleydale, darling.