The center of my world
I like reading blogs, sharing oppinions and this whole trend of internet and how it helps people from different parts of the world to get to know each other in some level. But do these all individuals have a life beyond blogging around? What’s the center of their world? Is it their own blog or…? What’s the center of mine? Thanks for asking.
Intro
This little handsome on your left is the center of our world (my wife’s and mine). I didn’t want it to be that way, but it just happened. It is that way from the first moment i saw him in a hospital (i was there near my wife during deliverance). He occupies our time a lot, but we still can manage to do some activities, besides feeding, cleaning after him and playing.
Some secondary level activites (besides our jobs and internet) are going to a movie teather, having a good time spending evening with our friends drinking red wine or beer, eating enormous amounts of chinese food and different sorts of other spicy meals, walking and playing with our dog, …
Why writing a blog?
Lately, there have been a few posts discussing about how to achieve popularity of your blog and how to become world known blogger: 1, 2 and 3. I read those posts, but felt no need to join the race (not that i think bad of someone who did, on contrary).
“maratz.com” blog’s purpose is to be some kind of my public journal. It is my public journal and honestly if someone doesn’t find its’ content interesting, probably it’s a person i wouldn’t meet in the real world neither. On the other hand, a few of you who are actualy reading it, i guess we have some similar oppinions and i’m pleased to know someone of my kind.
A few less known, but my usuals are Dexlo, Moments and Cody Lindley (no particular order).
Sharing Tips
The coding tips i’m bringing once in a while are here for the sake of my moral obligation to return something to community. If you like it–use it. If you don’t like it–that’s your loss. If you know better–share it. If you know better, but don’t want to share–get out of here, i don’t need you.