Not only have I never had a blog before I have never contributed as much as a comment to anyone else's, having visited my son's and daughter-in-law's only to see what they looked like. As a raw beginner at age 85 it may take a while for me to decide what to do with this device now that it seems to function as expected. Since the name of St. Thoreau has been included in the home page (is that what they call it?) and since the title suggests I'm a poet, a poem about Thoreau and technology might do for a start.
Henry Sails The Web
When Henry finally strung the wire
from the highway through the wood lot,
over the bean field, raising it higher
to reach the cabin, neighbors thought
he’d changed, forgetting his romance
with trains, his odes composed to the
telegraph lyre. Could he forgo the chance
to download rare Hindu Veda? He
almost laughed out loud at e-mail notes
from Waldo’s Aunt Mary Moody who
taught him to launch his cyber boat
and sail the web. He never failed to
find new cargo: more to deny than he’d
dreamed of: so much not to need.