Many years ago my friend Fiona and I used to spend our Sundays dodging the ferries that criss-cross
Ros Barber is a Marlowe scholar and person of great wit and intelligence so I can only assume that she is in the throes of some kind of breakdown if That’s So Pants has stimulated the provocation of any thoughts at any time. Be that as it may, if opportunity knocks at House of Pants, we generally invite it in for a nice cup of tea, so thanks Ros.
Ms Melancholy’s Confessions of a Psychotherapist has achieved the impossible and given me cause to believe that the state of your mental health is not necessarily determined by Dr Phil. Unfortunately for me, it’s too late as Dr Phil had already convinced me that ‘if I think I can, I will and if I think I can’t I probably won’t’. Since recovering from the disappointment of failing to win a place in the British Beach Volleyball team for the 2008 Beijing Olympics despite being certain that I could, I have subsequently given up the search for Harold Holt and settled for a life of simple, affordable pleasures. No one says no to you if you just want to buy something.
Reading Not Saussure is like looking at a Ferrari and knowing you will never be able to afford it. Some might think this is a negative thing but I am not the jealous type and have become quite content with walking most places. Besides a No 26 bus is bigger than a Ferrari and just as red so it’s not all bad news.
What can you say about a blogger who has written more posts on anxieties than any other subject? Nothing except you love her. Anxieties ignite my thought process more than anything else. One moment a child has fallen ill from eating supermarket chicken and the next thing I’m rewriting my will and living on oranges and Tamiflu. It doesn’t matter how many times I remind myself that I don’t eat supermarket chicken. The damage has been done. NMJ at Velo-Gubbed Legs regularly sparks these episodes which is great because at least I know I’m alive. And I still don’t know what Velo is or what it’s like to be gubbed so I know there is still work to do tomorrow.
There you have it. My five Thinking Blogger nominees in no particular order.
If you would like to carry on this fine tradition and are able to find someone out there in the blogosphere who has not already been so honoured, the rules are:
1. If you get tagged, write a post with links to 5 blogs that make you think,
2. Link to this post so that people can easily find the exact origin of the meme,
3. Optional: Proudly display the "Thinking Blogger Award" with a link to the post that you wrote. (Tip – level of pride not able to be measured as far as I am aware.)
Thanks again Ros, my award is proudly displayed on the shelf with all my trophies for not drowning…
Cartoon by the wonderful Leunig