Valentine's Day

I've seen a lot of the what Valentine's Day is and isn't.  Some people are going around cursing Hallmark.  Others Conroy's and See's Candies.  But, honestly I'm glad for the reminder.  In my busy life I don't always get to spend a night with my honey-bunches-of-oats and say--"damn we've been together for how long?"

That sounded better in my head.


Honestly, I'm glad to be able to have a day to remember who I have that's important to me and celebrate this person witnessing my life as I theirs.  Even if you're not with someone you still have the person in the mirror that you are suppose to be loving unconditionally.  Unconditionally it better be because if I don't, then the inside of my head sucks.  Love thyself first, then take yourself out to a wonderful dinner, candy and maybe even a card! 

The Internet Is Forever Part 2

Recently I've come across this video...
Chris Poole Explains Internet Anonyminity

Chris Poole expresses the downfalls of Facebook and Google's "fast food" one size fits all identity.  Wanting to share while remaining anonymous is increasingly difficult.  While some may think anonymous and dubious go hand in hand think about people's judgement and how that might effect you. 

I'm an advocate of being proud of who I am, admitting my wrongs but I'm also an advocate of moving on.  The web does not let you move on.  The internet is forever.  Everything you post, express and opinionize is on the net 24/7.  Forever.  Even some things you never did are attatched to you and forever there.  

The web doesn't forget, doesn't forgive and only knows who you were then.  The web is a blessing and a curse that way.


Poole is right.  People aren't cardboard cut-out's.  We each are diamonds.  Turn us over and around and you will see different shapes, colors and facets of our being.  People are not flat, they have depth and like all different kinds of things.  And maybe, a computer nerd doesn't want someone to know how he loves to go to plays like "Wicked"--don't worry DW your secrets safe with me (wink, wink).  

So when you see things on the internet, don't forget it's just a facet of you.  But also, don't forget your manners either--we might find out who you are...  

The Internet Is Forever

There are a variety of ways to be creative on the internet.  I love them all!  Link away to the new medium you've found and show me the way to dash color onto the web pages of the soul of humanity!  

That is what the Internet is--a record of humanity.  The amazing thing about the internet is that it has been programmed for self preservation.  When a route is blocked, it finds a way out.  As long as their are servers, the internet will find a way.  And, it does it automatically.  It's already gained it's own primitave survival skills.  Now it's gaining social skills too.  The internet is really a bunch of servers talking to each other.  Think about Google...when you do a search servers clamor to be "heard" and say "I know! I know!"  When you click on their little web page they get the satisfaction of "talking" to you. 

 

Okay, so maybe my perception is way off and I'm humanizing a machine, but didn't people start off as machines guided by instincts?  

And if you don't believe the Internet is forever, then Google your full name.  When I did this I found four of me!  I've got a quadruplet life on the internet!  Apparently, I'm a photographer, a mom, and a writer with a horse.  I'm on goodreads and Facebook, MySpace, LinkedIn, spoke, and all four of me are good lookin'!  This duplicity got me thinking; if you combined the lives of all four of us, we'd make a pretty powerful internet identity.  

There's nothing we couldn't do! 

Quote

As I said to my G-Pa, I've been a fool and a fanatic because I've never had any doubts.  He replied back, "There is a great difference between being confident and not having doubts. Only those who have a closed mind have no doubts. Anyone who is willing to approach a subject with an open mind is open to doubt their position."

I have to say G-Pa said it better than Bertrand.

The Moon

I love the feel of wind massaging my skin, a fire with it's snake tongues lashing in waves and the stars with no moon to suppress their light.  

Face down, forehead on my arms I let the beams of thousands of years whisper their adventures as they cascade at this rest stop before they go for however long light can reach.  

The fire has always been kind to me even if it is consuming its fuel at a fascinating rate.  If you are what you eat then this fire was made from the trees I cared for, tried to nurse back to health, but eventually became too old or sick to continue on.  They became ripe and rotted until we admitted, finally, that the tree with no leaves in spring would not come back and took it down before it fell onto the house.  

This pyre is half mourning for the friend that provided apricots and shade and half rejoicing for the warmth and the return of a trees elements to grow another.  

The wind is soft and lovingly wraps around my bare form making a coat of warm breath around me and turns like a cat to play with ash and sparks twirling them in a spiral offering them up to the stars as tribute or to add another story to their timeless travel.  

I love this place of wind, fire and starlight; my backyard.