Toasters of the Gods

My brother, my world-travelling, tree-planting, toaster-collecting brother, has started a blog.... Toasters of the Gods. I hope you'll go there for a read.

What can I say about my brother?

Well, for one thing he owns a lot of toasters. Shiny ones. Antiquated ones. More than one would own strictly for toast-making purposes. All that gleaming vintage chrome is strangely appealing in its way. And apparently he's not the only one out there who appreciates the way the world used to make toast: there's a link to a Cyber Museum of Toast to be found on his site.

I like my brother. He's an interesting person, and a good writer. And in the last few years we have found some things we have in common: we are both enthusiastic about growing flowers, photography, doing home renovations, and making snide remarks about the current American president.

We are also both convinced that the most worthwhile way to spend your money is on travelling the world. We both travel as much as we can and discuss our future travelling plans incessantly when we get together at family dinners. Between us, we're going to have seen most of the planet before we die.

Now, my brother is new to the concept of blogging. I nearly fell out of my chair when he told me he'd started one.

It's only been a short while since he arched a skeptical eyebrow at me and wondered aloud what sort of unlikely people could be found blogging on the internet. I think he was wondering what sort of loony likes to write on the internet. As it turns out, lots of different sorts of people.

Well, his sister for one. I believe he thinks I'm mostly harmless though.

And now that he has a place to get on his own soap-box, he next pondered how on earth one goes about getting people to read what one writes. He figures there are not that many people who will find him unless they are toaster fanatics, so I thought I'd introduce him to y'all myself.