Sunday, August 23, 2009

The Many Faces of Facebook

Good news, bad news, is how I view social media networking (or whatever the heck it's called). Basically everyone should understand there is no such thing as privacy on the internet no matter how many passwords, settings or little gold locks are in the picture.

Sometimes this can be very, very bad - just ask the politicians who have been caught with their pants down (figuratively or otherwise) and sometimes this can be very, very good. A case of the former is in helping police solve crimes as in the following:

Detectives Get Court Order to Post Facebook Page of Dead Girl

Thursday, August 13, 2009

He's a writer...

I have recently returned from a vacation in Puerto Rico. It was fun, relaxing, exhausting, expensive, and exhilarating. I really needed it and so did the whole family so we went and had a great time. I have some relatives there but opted to do the "tourist" thing and just stayed at a hotel and basically hung out. Not that I don't like my relatives, but they tend to take over one's vacations and then
you never really get to do all of the things you wanted, or how you wanted, or as long as you wanted... and I always leave feeling just a little bit guilty for imposing. That's the way I feel anyway. So I went, I saw, and my wallet was conquered but all in the name of fun and discovery. For once even the kids had a good time. When I got home however, some relatives had discovered that I had been practically in their backyards and started calling my parents... MY PARENTS!!! Oh well, I kind of expected it, and besides I knew what my mother's patent answer would be that would salve and satisfy all the hurt feelings... "Well, you know he's a writer..." I have learned from experience and countless conversations that my more or less conservative family members consider writers, artists, poets, etc. to be at the very least sort of weird or at the most eccentric and maybe a little nuts. So whenever irate relatives or friends call, my mother has always dismissed their complaints or worries with those soothing and totally encompassing words, "Well, you know he's a writer..." I have actually been present and watched as great aunts, grandparents, aunts, uncles, etc. nodded their heads as if in sage understanding as soon as my mother offered this explanation. Makes me wonder, are we really so different? Are writers and artists just a little left of normal? What the heck is normal anyway? Whatever it is, I kinda like my mother's explanation. People ask her, "Why does he go camping alone in the rainforest? Why does he spend hours alone typing, typing, typing? Why does he use so many big words when he talks? Why does he have a sea turtle shell hanging over his doorway? Why? Why? Why?" Well, 'cause he's a writer doggone it! Thanks mom.

Tuesday, August 04, 2009


Nice to know thrills and adrenaline rushes can come from legal as well as illegal pursuits.

You have to be slightly crazy to partake in either one but the rush of a roller coaster seems to me to be the ultimate giving up of control, whereas I think illegal acts are the ultimate micro managing - if you want to get away with it.

If you're not in control in a law breaking episode, you'll get caught. And maybe you will get caught anyways if those trying to catch you are more in control of the situation than you are. Ah, the tangled web. But if you're looking to loose control check this out.