I like the idea that people went out of their way to share my blog on their Twitter and Google Plus accounts. But, what about Facebook and Pinterest? Is my blog so unsuitable that it cannot be shared on Facebook and on Pinterest?
Now, I know for a fact that not everyone on WordPress would have a Facebook or a Pinterest account; but I believe that there are a large number of people on WordPress who are Facebook and Pinterest account holders.
I am also curious as to why my blog is shared mostly via Twitter and Google Plus and not via the rest of the other social networks.
So far, the only people who share my work on Facebook are my very own Facebook friends and it is rarely shared outside of that circle.
In the near future, things could change. More people may get the inspiration to share my blog via their Facebook and Pinterest accounts.
The Elecktrik Avenue is the hottest EDM (Electronic Dance Music) programme in The Republic of Trinidad and Tobago; it is aired every Friday from 10:00PM to 2:00AM (which is Saturday 2:00GMT to 6:00GMT) on Hott 93.
The highly energetic co-host, Shane Luvglo is the man who heats things up proverbially on the DJ set with his splendid choice of EDM.
Later on in the programme, the host, Tony Hydro, comes out with his bag of musical tricks. He shares some deep house, electro house, progressive house and subliminal tracks, to name a few, with his listening audience.
Part of The Electrik Avenue’s tradition is to feature a different DJ every week; which adds to the excitement.
On the 24th of May, 2013, DJ Nigel “Sicky” Kinsale would be making his guest appearance on The Elektrik Avenue (It is not his first; it is merely one of his many appearances).
DJ Nigel “Sicky” Kinsale is no newcomer on the DJ scene; he has been out for quite awhile and Tony Hydro once asked him, “Where were you hiding all of this time?”
DJ Nigel “Sicky” Kinsale is known for his superb style of mixing; this DJ from Arouca never disappoints and is also known for playing the full spectrum of EDM.
In a previous appearance on The Elecktrk Avenue, Tony Hydro described DJ Nigel “Sicky” Kinsale’s set as one of the most exciting performances that he ever witnessed in the programme’s history.
Here is more from Heather Nauta: Spiced Cranberry Sunflower Tryptophan Balls
At midnight, in the month of June,
I stand beneath the mystic moon.
An opiate vapor, dewy, dim,
Exhales from out her golden rim,
And, softly dripping, drop by drop,
Upon the quiet mountain top,
Steals drowsily and musically
Into the universal valley.
The rosemary nods upon the grave;
The lily lolls upon the wave;
Wrapping the fog about its breast,
The ruin molders into rest;
Looking like Lethe, see! the lake
A conscious slumber seems to take,
And would not, for the world, awake.
All Beauty sleeps!- and lo! where lies
Irene, with her Destinies!
O, lady bright! can it be right-
This window open to the night?
The wanton airs, from the tree-top,
Laughingly through the lattice drop-
The bodiless airs, a wizard rout,
Flit through thy chamber in and out,
And wave the curtain canopy
So fitfully- so fearfully-
Above the closed and fringed lid
‘Neath which thy slumb’ring soul lies hid,
That, o’er the floor and down the wall,
Like ghosts the shadows rise and fall!
Oh, lady dear, hast thou no fear?
Why and what art thou dreaming here?
Sure thou art come O’er far-off seas,
A wonder to these garden trees!
Strange is thy pallor! strange thy dress,
Strange, above all, thy length of tress,
And this all solemn silentness!
The lady sleeps! Oh, may her sleep,
Which is enduring, so be deep!
Heaven have her in its sacred keep!
This chamber changed for one more holy,
This bed for one more melancholy,
I pray to God that she may lie
For ever with unopened eye,
While the pale sheeted ghosts go by!
My love, she sleeps! Oh, may her sleep
As it is lasting, so be deep!
Soft may the worms about her creep!
Far in the forest, dim and old,
For her may some tall vault unfold-
Some vault that oft has flung its black
And winged panels fluttering back,
Triumphant, o’er the crested palls,
Of her grand family funerals-
Some sepulchre, remote, alone,
Against whose portal she hath thrown,
In childhood, many an idle stone-
Some tomb from out whose sounding door
She ne’er shall force an echo more,
Thrilling to think, poor child of sin!
It was the dead who groaned within.
A drop fell on the apple tree
Another on the roof;
A half a dozen kissed the eaves,
And made the gables laugh.
A few went out to help the brook,
That went to help the sea.
Myself conjectured, Were they pearls,
What necklaces could be!
The dust replaced in hoisted roa
The birds jocoser sung;
The sunshine threw his hat away,
The orchards spangles hung.
The breezes brought dejected
And bathed them in the glee;
The East put out a single flag,
And signed the fete away.