The rest is commentary

You probably think I’m a pretty serious person, and it’s true. I am. I would love to heal this world’s ills.

But underneath all my seriousness, I like to laugh. It’s why I made ridiculous animated GIFs throughout law school.

dancin' all the way to orygun!

It’s why I also opted to be an extra on my favorite shows in law school. Given a choice between studying torts and running away from giant tentacled beasts, how could I say “no” to Torts?

Don't go there!

Li’l D bears witness to my bygone diligence

I am constantly drawing stick figure comics in my head. (I’d upgrade the graphics if my artistic skills permitted!)

weight watchers

After visiting Buffy the Vampire Slayer‘s Sunnydale High to make a wedding congratulations animation for friends,

congrats newlyweds

I couldn’t resist also translating my oldest son’s unprompted antics into an animated GIF, giggling all the while.

Sweet revisiting

It was thus natural for me to make light of my accidentally deleting hundreds of my blog entries. I mean, it wasn’t like anyone died, right?

But then there are evenings like this one, where I try to find some little thing I once wrote … and can’t. Everything’s archived, but I have to pore over tens of thousands of words to find the 200 I want from those archives.

And I get sad. Everything is archived. It’s still out there, sure. But I don’t want things “out there.” I want them in one place. This is a huge part of why I deleted my Pinterest and Facebook accounts, and barely use my Twitter one. Tumbleweeds surely frequent the Tumblr site whose address and login info I’ve long since forgotten.

Remembering this April image helped

There were other reasons, of course

I’m fairly sure there will someday be a functioning site located at, but I’d rather have this record of my life and reflections in one centralized location from the get-go … even if it means my every mortifying mistake is easily searchable along with my golden moments!

Tonight I wanted to revisit the post I’d written around a specific image.

Don't make Winky cry. Let kindness shine!

I found it after searching through the archives. I waded through dozens of posts I wish were still easily accessible–to me and readers–but which are now, practically speaking, about as good as gone.

And yet, I do find a glimmer of light in the specific post my kindshine drawing accompanied. Though I am often surly, I do strive to be kind; the world is always brighter for acts of kindness, whether or not they’re “deserved.”

Seeing this glimmer led me to recall a tale about the rabbi Hillel. Challenged to teach the Torah succinctly, he responded, “That which is hateful to you, do not do to your neighbor. That is the whole Torah; the rest is commentary. Go and learn.”

Are my deleted posts exactly where I want them? Nope. Are they still out there, should I ever need to call on them? Yep. Am I still here to breathe and cry and laugh and love and mull over what’s really hateful to me, and how I can fix it? Yep.

So I should be grateful, I think. I’m still here to write new words, no matter where my old words reside.

The rest? Well, I daresay that’s commentary.

Reunited and it feels so good!

Beside, I’ve still got Spongebob GIFs to keep me warm at night

  1. November 10, 2014 at 9:58 pm

    I can’t, Deborah. I just can’t. You’re killing me. That dance is AWESOME!! And here I thought I was cool for mastering PowerPoint. How on earth do create a GIF?? I will revisit this question in just two short weeks. Can’t wait to get together!!

    • November 10, 2014 at 10:02 pm

      I was about to start typing a long winded answer, then decided two weeks is not so long to wait to sum it up in a couple of minutes. 😀 😀 😀

      I haven’t done many the last decade, but man! It is time to brush up! So looking forward to getting together!!! ♥

      • November 10, 2014 at 10:05 pm

        I can’t wait to pick your brain about FACEBOOK, too. It’s such a mysterious platform to me. Kind of like a taboo . . .

  2. November 11, 2014 at 1:08 am

    Words are but an ephemeral collection of letters that mean nothing until brought together in a sequence of rhyme. All of your own words live on no matter where they presently reside. They may have been diss-assembled and now form new, more fashionable or more appropriate meanings, but they live on.
    Even if dutifully filed away, these gossamers escape to drift endlessly until, once more,form the basis of a new story, a new history.B

    • November 14, 2014 at 5:03 am

      Such a lovely comment, and so true. If–in light of this–this is the worst of my troubles any given day, it’s been a very good day.

  3. November 11, 2014 at 2:52 am

    I’m pretty sure I read this entire post but can’t tell as I was laughing at the awesome dancing the entire time! You got some moves girl 😉

    • November 14, 2014 at 5:05 am

      This made me giggle. Folks at a club in Okayama told me this one time, but I think that’s the only other time I’ve been told I’ve got moves. But, hey, silly moves are still moves, right? I’ll keep (busting) ’em (out)! 😀

  4. November 11, 2014 at 4:42 am

    Reblogged this on kangsahib.

  5. November 11, 2014 at 6:57 am

    I wish I could dance like that…

    • November 14, 2014 at 5:07 am

      You could treat these GIFs as instructional. 😉

      (I should maybe do 10-year updates after I figure out a few more of these hip-hop moves, which I’m doing at a rate of about one move every 2-3 months right now. Not quite the slam I was envisioning!)

  6. November 11, 2014 at 8:33 am

    I don’t even know how to create a gif, so you impressed me right out of the gate. 🙂

    • November 14, 2014 at 5:08 am

      😀 I haven’t sorted it out on a Mac yet, which is silly since I’ve only had Macs for the last several years. Soon!

  7. November 11, 2014 at 7:52 pm

    Oh my gosh your dancing gifs! Amazing.

  8. November 12, 2014 at 5:45 am

    Whoa. Your talents seem to have no end, Deborah. So pleased for you that you have moved on from your 9 to 5, erm 7:30 to 7, to give voice to all of your creativity! Thank you for sharing it, and your kindness, my friend. xoxo p.s Always knew you are a dancer :)….

    • November 14, 2014 at 5:10 am

      Aaaah, the giggles! It now seems wild to me that I went dancing with my mom and sister only once, then refused on account of that I’d never be able to “catch up” with them. In hindsight, it’s clear I was looking at it all wrong.

      I always feel dancing in my soul. I just don’t know–yet!–how to get it out as I feel it, save in goofy GIFs.

  9. November 14, 2014 at 6:29 am

    I am giggling, I needed to giggle this morning. Thank you for that.

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