i have no idea what today is about except the cable man returned to update my modem as i was getting no signal sometimes for hours and how does that look for an aspiring blogger?
i've been suspicious all along but i did read a Guardian article regarding Facebook, it's pros and cons. One con is feeling attached to people whilst sitting alone drinking all evening in a room before your computer screen "communicating' with your "friends". recently on "this i believe' was a story of an american ex-pat, Jim Haynes, who has lived in Paris 30 odd years and made it his habit every sunday to host a dinner to which anyone is invited. isn't that a great way to meet people for real? i'm considering adopting the habit myself. What keeps us from imploding, in my mind anyway, is a sense of connection to a larger world so that even if our movements seem small we can enter into a big group hug. in moving to Austin i envisioned having a landscaped backyard where my long wooden table would rest and seated about it would be folks from the neighborhood and wherever, sharing food and drink and our lives. instead i now live in a 'gated-complex' with three pools, a clubhouse, a gym (rarely used), and lots of parking where people tear up and down the 'street' in a mad hurry to jump out for their mail or scramble into the apartment after a long day and just...disappear. i have no idea who my neighbors are except the big unhappy-looking woman who scolded me as i walked alongside her vehicle when my jacket touched her truck mirror, she huffed, 'you just hit my car.' WOW! "hit my car" means something else where i come from and it usually involves a serious bumper-jam. but that's how we live now. it's a choice to be this way, isolated, lonely, defensive. i'm voting against it and going to start my sunday dinners two weeks from now. you're invited or send friends, or strangers.
miss you kiss you love cats!
i've been suspicious all along but i did read a Guardian article regarding Facebook, it's pros and cons. One con is feeling attached to people whilst sitting alone drinking all evening in a room before your computer screen "communicating' with your "friends". recently on "this i believe' was a story of an american ex-pat, Jim Haynes, who has lived in Paris 30 odd years and made it his habit every sunday to host a dinner to which anyone is invited. isn't that a great way to meet people for real? i'm considering adopting the habit myself. What keeps us from imploding, in my mind anyway, is a sense of connection to a larger world so that even if our movements seem small we can enter into a big group hug. in moving to Austin i envisioned having a landscaped backyard where my long wooden table would rest and seated about it would be folks from the neighborhood and wherever, sharing food and drink and our lives. instead i now live in a 'gated-complex' with three pools, a clubhouse, a gym (rarely used), and lots of parking where people tear up and down the 'street' in a mad hurry to jump out for their mail or scramble into the apartment after a long day and just...disappear. i have no idea who my neighbors are except the big unhappy-looking woman who scolded me as i walked alongside her vehicle when my jacket touched her truck mirror, she huffed, 'you just hit my car.' WOW! "hit my car" means something else where i come from and it usually involves a serious bumper-jam. but that's how we live now. it's a choice to be this way, isolated, lonely, defensive. i'm voting against it and going to start my sunday dinners two weeks from now. you're invited or send friends, or strangers.
miss you kiss you love cats!
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