And another blog bites the dust... I AM CONSOLIDATING MY BLOGS (DELETING SOME), SO I WILL POST SOME OF MY BLOG ENTRIES HERE SO THEY AREN'T LOST FOREVER. ENJOY!
Wednesday, July 22, 2009
But what is it about poetry that awakens something in our hearts and creates an almost melancholy deja vu feeling? Although poetry often has a rhythm, I don't think that's it.
I believe it's the poet. We connect with that unseen person through their words. We can empathize with their emotions even if we haven't experienced things ourselves.
Poetry is fascinating. Nearly anyone can rhyme (not always well, but they can), but very few can write poetry that speaks to an audience.
Maybe someday I will write a poem that will touch hearts.
Actually, it's rather unlikely. I have fairly small feet.
Sunday, July 19, 2009
English 101A is a required course at all universities and colleges. English is a required course in high school and junior high. Writing, spelling and reading are taught as early as nursery school, or even before in our own homes.
We know the value of communication, but we don't always take advantage of it - or worse, we abuse it.
We scream about the right to free speech, simply to have our voice heard not because we have an important message. Or we use profanity in a weak attempt to sound authoritative or adamant about something. Someone once told me that people swear when they can't think of anything better to say - I have never found a case where that wasn't true. The 'art' of cursing is not an art at all; it's an avoidance of meaningful, thoughtful communication. It makes light of important things. It's an insult to the listener.
Now, I am not claiming to never swear. I don't swear a lot, but I certainly do swear. I come by it naturally. My grandmother's favorite but rarely used curse was "Shit"! We would gasp and giggle and gawk every time my 5'2" 100 lb. Mimi would spat that word in anger.
But we also celebrate our unique ability to communicate. We write poetry that wrenches emotion from our audience.
We compose pensive letters (emails) to loved ones and friends.
We write articles for the paper, letters to the editor, columns for the PTA School News.
We scribble notes on napkins. We share lyrics on toilet paper. We sign contracts on the back of menus.
We are a communicative bunch and we like it so much we want everyone to know. It's not about a handshake and an "AYE!" any more. It's about permanence and global influence and instant information.
Do you remember the old adage about gossip? "Gossip is like a feathers, once tossed to the wind you can never gather them all up again."
What we say matters; what we write matters, and how the words we use can make or break someone or something.
We should be direct and honest and fair and kind in all of our communications. Sharing bad news, or expressing anger or disappointment does not have to be done in a hurtful, negative way. There is no need to sugar coat anything, but presentation is the key. Say good bye with a smile. Say hello with a smile.
And be careful what you say and write, because someone is listening and someday someone will read. Nothing is secret anymore; even those sacred things that were private are no long secret. The internet has given us access to instant data and information; anything we want. "Just Google it" is now the standard response when someone asks a question that requires more than a three word response. There is no incentive to share orally anymore and there are no secrets.
A certain reverence for information is something we all should appreciate and strive to cultivate, in ourselves and in our listeners.
So, listen, contemplate, communicate, share, be concise, choose your words carefully, speak well, write well, search well and smile...because you can be certain that someone somewhere is watching and listening, or will be.
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Serious bloggers need to blog regularly to create a presence online, but we should have something to say to justify the blog entry. Blogging just to blog seems a bit blogacious.
But what if you don't have anything to say?!?!?!? And that is my situation in a nutshell. I am tired, I am stressed, I am working my tail off. I have been going a zillion miles a minute for the past 36 hours and I really don't have anything to say even if I had the time.
Don't forget me Google (and all other search engines); I am still here! Please don't deblog me!
OK, done. I blogged, or maybe I nonblogged, whichever.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
I was stepped on. Hard. Without an apology.
It's true. I was in a crowd, a man stepped back on my sandaled foot, took a quick glance at me (presumably to see if I was sobbing) and then kept going (presumably because the sobs had not yet begun, I was still in suck in air and widen eyes mode).
OH MY GOSH it hurt! It hurt so much I couldn't run after him, or even yell after him, to say "Thanks a lot, you jerk!"
Anyway, today my write arm is blogging about my right foot. And that's all there is to that.
The moral of this story: Always wear steel-toed boots. (Especially when in a work environment that might require them, and this includes social activities. They might slow you down on the dance floor, but you won't be wearing purple the next day).
Monday, July 13, 2009
Facebook where we say hello to people we haven't taken the time to contact in literally years or decades.
Instant Messenger on every internet provider where we can talk multiple people at once - co-workers, family and friends, our boss, our spouse, our lover, our boyfriend(s) - not really focusing on any of them in the way they deserve.
Text Messaging where we speak in abbreviated language that is creeping into emails and real conversations. We think in Text now "R U OK?"
Email instead of conversation. Why walk 6 feet down the hall to talk to a co-worker when you can send an email and not get out of your cubicle? Why call to tell someone "no" or "regrets" when you can avoid the emotional fall out of possibly disappointing them in an impersonal email.
Blogging instead of a journal. At least the kids will have something, but is it the same? I don't really know.
What I do know is that communication has gone silent. No sound. No voice inflection. No body language. No facial expressions.
It's communication without all of the important communication tools. It's impersonal. It's not really authentic.
What will happen when typed words replace face-to-face communication? It's already happening and the fall-out is an increased detachment, a lack of the personal touch, the way overused CC:, the much overrated BCC:, and rabid miscommunication leading to unnecessary misunderstandings.
If silence is golden, I can only hope that silent communication has a silver lining.
And if there is a silver lining, that silver lining might be that we actually communicate now when we might have not made the effort in the past, or maybe we communicate more, to more people, more often and if that's true it's a good thing.
Since I am the author of five blogs and the author of five Twitter sites and the creator of two websites and the uncrowned queen of email, a decade-long veteran of IM and very present on Facebook, this is an interesting topic for me to blog about.
Let me think about it a little more, then we can text.
U R GR8
Saturday, July 11, 2009
This particular ailment can be hard on your wrists. It can threaten your posture. It can even mess with your vision. Things get blurry. Limbs ache. Meals are left untouched. Hours and days pass by. Thankfully, to date there are no conclusions indicating that blogophilia a life threatening tendency.
Blogophilia. Blog - type of website; weblog (abbrev.), and philia -friend (Greek); blogophilia, a great example that too much of a good thing is not always good. In fact, it can cripple you.
Before we know it a new condition will be in the headlines, can it be long before there are new treatments and interventions for blogophobia? It too is real (the fear that someone might actually READ what you blog.)
The writing is on the wall, or I guess I should say, the blogging is on the web.
Mark my words (and just engrave them on my tombstone)