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I've deactivated my FB account. It's a time-waster, although I've found many people I haven't thought of in years. I have a storage tote full of greeting cards and in the process of digging out Xmas ones, I found an old Hello Kitty phone book. Wow, what a journey through the past. Now that that's out of the way, I freaked out and started cleaning up my profiles. At this point I want to disappear into the woodwork. Alas, I think the web might be rife with all manner of inaccurate (and correct) info linked to my name. Scary. I just want to shake it off. Maybe I'll change my name to something like Tuesday Friday...
This morning I awoke recalling a wonderful dream of an old friend Sara Burks, my brother's ex-girlfriend from Cal days. In the dream, we met at a scooter rally, and she beamed as she passed around her newly published monograph, which placed her among the - unbeknownst to me - many others in their crowd who were authors. (I've lost contact with her)
I'm sitting in Barnes & Noble, trying not to be overwhelmed by another materialistic holiday. I used to love Christmas, but these days it seems to have become one giant shopping/marketing frenzy. Makes me want to give everyone mathoms.
I want to withdraw from the madness and try to remember what the season's supposed to be about. I don't have kids, but if I did I'd want to take them to someplace beautiful, emphasize togetherness, and teach them charity for the poor by going to work at a food bank or something. I think I'd emphasize making crafts for presents, defining them as tokens of meaning, remembrance, and craftsmanship. That's what you do when you don't have money. Often a much more appreciated gift, especially now, when the economy is on the skids. Or (and I have many treasured gifts of this nature) hit the thrift shops and recycle.
All the spending makes me want to throw up.
This Thanksgiving, look around the table at your friends and loved ones, look into your heart, and give thanks for just how lucky we all really are.
This is my 4th Thanksgiving since being diagnosed with terminal cancer. I'm grateful beyond belief to be here, and thankful for all of you.
Happy Thanksgiving!
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Of TypePad Micro? Is it just another Facebook contender?
It seems like we're all in Reader's Digest mode these days. Has Vox lost its freshness, or are we just reticent to discuss the darkness that frames the days, or both? Are we wandering away to other networks? Facebook seems compelling, but once there I feel like, Meh-- Who cares? I don't post anything, but visit to see photos and goings-on of various and sundry friends. Sometimes it's more painful to get in touch with people I haven't seen in ages. When they ask what I've been up to, do I say, "Trying to stay alive for the past 3 years...hanging on for a cure to cancer?" Yeah, that's a real conversation starter.
It's 4:30 on Tuesday, Nov. 3rd, which is significant if one plans to participate in NaNoWriMo. I've spent most of the day organizing Hub's maddening sock drawer and uploading photos to Facebook. At one point I considered discarding FB - it's a time sucker and my brain's not geared that way (I barely even get on). FB's immediacy is scary - the instant I post anything, there are comments (not that it matters). I'd be better off posting a cry for help on FB than use a cell phone. I'd achieve greater simultaneous coverage and have a better chance at being rescued. So I'm keeping the account, removing the privacy cloak, and actually trying to be social. Sort of. I posted some photos, a drop in the bucket compared to my Vox posts. Coming here to read my long-winded rants seems to pain non-Voxers...but I like that about it. And I like this format (even though it seems increasingly unstable, Vox!)...so until I figure out my WordPress situation, here I stay.