{"id":271,"date":"2006-01-01T13:37:00","date_gmt":"2006-01-01T13:37:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/estrangements.com\/theblog\/2006\/01\/01\/estrangements_o\/"},"modified":"2006-01-01T13:37:00","modified_gmt":"2006-01-01T13:37:00","slug":"estrangements_o","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/estrangements.com\/theblog\/2006\/01\/01\/estrangements_o\/","title":{"rendered":"<h2>Estrangements on Typepad: A Little Background<\/h2>"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>This is the first day that posts for my Estrangements blog will be put only on the Typepad blog. Setting up the blog here was my first goal for 2006. The posts prior to January 1, 2006 and that are listed in the Typepad archives for recent months in 2005 were originally written on the <a href=\"http:\/\/www.livejournal.com\/users\/estrangements\">LiveJournal blog for Estrangements<\/a> from July 2005 to December 31, 2005. The LiveJournal posts have been copied and pasted to the Typepad archives.<\/p>\n<p><!--more--><\/p>\n<p>For those who have visited <a href=\"http:\/\/www.estrangements.com\/\">Estrangements.com<\/a><br \/>\nin the past and have been reading the blog, you already know this<br \/>\ninformation but for those who are new to the Estrangements blog on<br \/>\nTypepad, you might not have read enough of Estrangements to have a clue<br \/>\nthat this day in January 2006 is the first day of the Estrangements<br \/>\nblog on Typepad.<\/p>\n<p>Past entries to the blog are in three places: on <a href=\"http:\/\/www.estrangements.com\/\">Estrangements.com<\/a> from 2001 to July 2005, on <a href=\"http:\/\/www.livejournal.com\/users\/estrangements\">LiveJournal<\/a><br \/>\nfrom July to December 2005, and on Typepad from January 1, 2006 with<br \/>\nthe LiveJournal posts copied to the Typepad archives. Clear? As mud?<br \/>\nAnyway, this entry is the first entry to the Estrangements blog that is<br \/>\nsolely on Typepad.<\/p>\n<p>For first timers, welcome to the Estrangements blog! For old timers, welcome to the new digs! <\/p>\n<p>In order to respond to posts on the blog, you need to be a registered member of <a href=\"http:\/\/www.typepad.com\/\">Typepad<\/a>.<br \/>\nRegistering is easy, free, and comes with no obligations although<br \/>\nperhaps Typepad has some Terms of Service that lets them kick you off<br \/>\nif you do something terribly objectionable. My memory is not so good<br \/>\nthat I can recall what the Terms of Service are. I&#8217;m sure that it isn&#8217;t<br \/>\nanything like having to give them your firstborn child if you violate<br \/>\nthe TOS. Although perhaps you would prefer to have them take your<br \/>\nfirstborn child? I never know. <em>(Note: In late April 2006 I removed the requirement to be a registered member of Typepad to post.)<\/em> <\/p>\n<p>If you do respond to posts because you would like to straighten me<br \/>\nout and make me fly right or if you want to award me a Nobel Prize or<br \/>\nsomething, your posts will not appear until after I have read them and<br \/>\napproved them. This is because of the nature of the subject of<br \/>\nestrangements. The subject comes with a lot of baggage for most people.<br \/>\nEmotions ride high. <\/p>\n<p>People whose circumstances make them identify with others in my life<br \/>\nfrom whom I am estranged can react to me as though I am indeed their<br \/>\nnasty reviled relative. I can assure them that I am not but it&#8217;s<br \/>\nsometimes hard for them to believe. It&#8217;s so easy to dump on me all the<br \/>\nstuff that they can&#8217;t dump on their relative. On the other hand people<br \/>\nwho identify with me in a positive manner generally react calmly, even<br \/>\nif they are feeling a lot of pain. And my daughter? You can guess which<br \/>\nof those camps she falls into and I hope that you got it right on the<br \/>\nfirst try. <\/p>\n<p>This blog irritates the heck out of her and she would like to<br \/>\nstraighten me out and make me fly right and if she could, she would<br \/>\nspend considerable time here trying to make me do so according to her<br \/>\nrules. If she would learn to argue in a manner where two people could<br \/>\nget something accomplished, I could let her respond to posts but<br \/>\ncalling me names, reviling me, complaining about things that she says I<br \/>\ndid 20 years ago that I can&#8217;t remember, and telling me that she doesn&#8217;t<br \/>\nwant to talk to me &#8230;. again &#8230;.. isn&#8217;t productive. If she ever wants<br \/>\nto have a conversation with me where she can bring herself to stop<br \/>\ndenigrating me in every sentence, she can let me know through email.<br \/>\nUntil then, it is fine with me that she doesn&#8217;t talk to me.<\/p>\n<p> In 1995 we didn&#8217;t get anywhere in our dialogue with each other.<br \/>\nNothing has changed since then. If you would like a taste of how the<br \/>\ndialogue goes, visit the comments section of the <a href=\"http:\/\/www.livejournal.com\/users\/estrangements\/24461.html\">Listening post on LiveJournal<\/a>. (Scroll down because the first person to post as anonymous is not my daughter. My daughter is the <em>other<\/em><br \/>\nanonymous.) (If you are using a Mac and Internet Explorer for Macs, my<br \/>\nComments on LJ show up as vertical columns of words. It displays<br \/>\nnormally in other browsers. If you use a Mac, use Safari or Foxfire to<br \/>\nread the Comments.) That is the first &quot;conversation&quot; that we&#8217;ve had in<br \/>\n10 years and it is so remarkably similar to the dialogue that took<br \/>\nplace then. It&#8217;s a different kind of nostalgia. Not the kind that makes<br \/>\nyou wipe a tear from your eye in fond memory. It&#8217;s more like<br \/>\nremembering when you burnt your hand on the stove. I&#8217;ve wondered since<br \/>\nI froze the Comments on the Listening post if she has wiped the froth<br \/>\nfrom her lips yet. I hear they have shots for that condition but it&#8217;s<br \/>\nprobably too late for shots.<\/p>\n<p>Okay, enough wise guy remarks at her expense. I will have more to<br \/>\nsay on the human condition of Estrangement as the year progresses as I<br \/>\nhave for the last five years. I have some new ideas in mind on how to<br \/>\nportray aspects of this condition. <\/p>\n<p>Estrangements, the blog and the website, is primarily about<br \/>\nestrangements in families between blood relatives. It is less about the<br \/>\nestrangements between former lovers, even though that is such a common<br \/>\nform of estrangement. What brought me to designing and maintaining the<br \/>\nwebsite, Estrangements.com, were the estrangements between myself and<br \/>\nblood relatives and then, secondarily or thirdly, the other<br \/>\nestrangements in my life. The most painful estrangement has been the<br \/>\none with my daughter but once that happened, I had to take a look at<br \/>\nestrangement throughout my own life and that of others. It is a<br \/>\ncondition that, like the fire that burns down the neighbor&#8217;s house, I<br \/>\nalways expected to happen to someone else, like Roseanne and Demi Moore<br \/>\nand the homeless person on the street, and not to me.<\/p>\n<p>Estrangements, the website, has the lists of links of celebrities<br \/>\nand others who have experienced estrangement, the links on information<br \/>\nabout psychological conditions involved in some who become estranged,<br \/>\nlinks to support and discussion groups, links to articles, lists of<br \/>\nbooks and movies, and the blog from 2001 to 2005. Estrangements, the<br \/>\nweblog, has my own story of estrangements and my writings on various<br \/>\nissues that relate to estrangement. My own story is just that, my own<br \/>\nstory, Others who were in my family have their own stories too and<br \/>\ntheir stories would differ from mine. Their stories are their stories.<br \/>\nI am capable of telling my own story of my own experience. I am not<br \/>\nprivy to the internal lives and perceptions of the others in my story.<\/p>\n<p> Even if we were all on good terms, I wouldn&#8217;t be privy to that<br \/>\ninformation. We are all encased in our own packages and can&#8217;t know<br \/>\nexactly what it is like to see through the eyes and walk in the shoes<br \/>\nof another person. We can try but it is impossible. Great novelists can<br \/>\nbe good at it but still, no one really knows what the exact interior<br \/>\nlife is like of another. We can guess. We can approximate. We can hear<br \/>\nit described. We can extrapolate from our own experience but we never<br \/>\nreally know. So we can each tell our own tale and if we dare to try to<br \/>\ntell another&#8217;s, then we had best tread lightly because we operate with<br \/>\nincomplete information.<\/p>\n<p>By the way, all of this that I write here, my daughter calls &quot;BS&quot;.<br \/>\nShe is scornful, contemptuous, and derogatory. Did I mention that she<br \/>\ndoesn&#8217;t talk to me? Unless I let her respond on the blog. She assumes<br \/>\nthat she knows my interior experience and that she knows it better than<br \/>\nI do. Even though we haven&#8217;t been close for a lot longer than I<br \/>\nrealized ten years ago.<\/p>\n<p>The story of my own estrangements is MY experience. I speak for no<br \/>\none but myself. No one else can speak for me. As for my other writings<br \/>\nand drawings in the blog, they are my opinion and my expression of<br \/>\nthemes of estrangement. The cartoons are not meant to be a specific<br \/>\nperson. The characters in them are generic and are based on my life<br \/>\nexperiences, on stories I have been told, on composites of people in<br \/>\nthe roles that they live, and are not meant to be specific people.<br \/>\nHowever, they may remind you of people that you knew or know. But they<br \/>\nare not those people. They are cartoon drawings of human beings caught<br \/>\nin the drama of being human and, sometimes, caught in the human<br \/>\ncondition of estrangement.<\/p>\n<p>Happy New Year and Welcome to the Estrangements blog on Typepad!<\/p>\n<p>Ginny &#8230; who is also known as Snicks<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>This is the first day that posts for my Estrangements blog will be put only on the Typepad blog. Setting up the blog here was my first goal for 2006. 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