Love ALL The Social Media

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There is a push to limit social media.  “Get off your phones!”, they shout.  “Be with the people you’re with!  Look in their eyes!  Get off the computer, off the tweeting.”

And here we are.  In this age of all-connectedness at all times.  And, there’s this outcry that people should go outside!  “I walked 4 miles in the snow to get to school” has become “I used to play in the neighborhood until the streetlights came on!”

I was reflecting on this today, and I was thinking of all of the people I’ve met and connected with because of Twitter.  Twitter was where I learned how to run.  Where I learned the value of a Tweet-up.  Where the governor helped me save my house …and where I met the director of the LA Marathon, who eventually hooked my mom up with her hero, Pete Carroll.  It was there that I met single moms raising sons.  Where I was drawn into confidences, and walked people through grief.  It was the day that someone sent me an airline ticket to Virginia to be with my cousin as she laid her dad to rest.  It was my coach, who taught me so much about running.  It was my friend on a TV show who memorialized my Princess with a living tree.  Another who had a huge hand in a TV series where a man was having ongoing affairs, and the night I sat up in bed and said, “This is happening in my house!”  My sweet Seinfeld sister in London.  The girl in San Antonio who took me to the World AA conference, and our marathoner friend who let us stay in her home.  It’s where I learned at 50, to run and train.  To date.  Where I talked for hours with friends who helped me with my broken heart.

I joined Facebook.  I didn’t really get it at first.  It’s the collection of our days.  My pictures, the music I like, funny and inspirational posters, and links to good articles.  And after awhile, you know about me.  My day.  My two funny and outrageous teenagers.  My beloved Chet.  And always the spa.  Always.

I like your kid pictures, and you like mine.  To the outcries of those who say this is “just Facebook”, I say really?  I can tell you my friends kids’ names, the one who has a kid in the band, and my funny and adorable baby H. and his Mom, when I was up in the middle of the night, and it was early morning on the east coast, sort of talked me through what the heck I was doing with all these animals at 3 in the morning.  (You had to be there).  It’s hearing Poison by Bel Biv Davoe, and messaging her EVERY time it’s on my playlist.  It’s A Wonderful Night, every time around Mile 3 near the church, and my pal in the south who is an amazing father of two sweet boys himself.

I know when I don’t see someone for awhile.  I reach out.  I message them and hear that her son is in the hospital, and her daughter has a broken heart.  People privately ask me about their alcoholic father in law, my broken feet, what advice I could give them as they have to get welfare and Food Stamps for the first time in their life.

I have 3 or 4 women in my town who I can call and run down to Starbucks, a mile from my house, and we figure stuff out together.  I have 2 really good men friends who I meet for coffee and therapy.  And, I’m forever grateful for them.

But.  Without Twitter and Facebook and all the connectedness all across the globe, I would not be the woman I am today.  So.  Bring on the tweeting and status updates.  Bring all of it on.  Because, this is real life, and there’s enough room for everyone here.

 

 

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on the day you were born

People enter and exit this world at breakneck speed. Deaths, births, repeat. But, when it happens to you…in your family…life seems to slow down. You remember. You watch. And yesterday, another baby was added to our clan.

I left home at 17. Like, really left home for good. I remember the day in my senior year when my dad stood in the bar, and said “where are you going to college?” I thought …college? You mean I’m leaving? Long story short, I couldn’t get into USC with a 2.5 GPA, so off to Fresno State I went. My sisters both left for a time, but they came back. I never did.

So, this is from the great aunt that you won’t get to meet for awhile. And I won’t get to see you for a bit. Except through 2 dimensional photos, which for me are SO not good when all I want to do is smell your baby’s head, watch you grasp my finger, look into your wide open eyes.

So. Jack.

There comes a time in every rightly constructed boy’s life when he has a raging desire to go somewhere and dig for hidden treasure. ~Mark Twain

Dig for treasure. Get dirty. Join the Cub Scouts. Build rocket ships in your back yard and make a mess. Draw on walls and fall down. A lot. Make your parents crazy by bringing things home in your pockets. Treasures.

Country music is three chords and the truth. ~Harlan Howard

This is very important. If you want to know about our country, you simply must own some Merle Haggard. Don’t waste your time on Johnny Cash. Everyone owns some Cash, and it’s good stuff. But, Merle. The man’s voice is as smooth as butter, and he can put out a melody you can whistle. Please, learn how to whistle.

…after forty days without a fish the boy’s parents had told him that the old man was now definitely and finally salao, which is the worst form of unlucky. ~Ernest Hemingway The Old Man And The Sea

Don’t believe what people say about anyone else. One person’s unlucky is another person’s hope. If there is nothing else I can give you, it’s the wish that one day you will read this Hemingway classic. I may be the only one in the world who has embraced this as their favorite. I cry every time Santiago comes into shore. From his defeat, comes triumph…a notion that has come true in my life. It’s a short book. It will never be on a required reading list in High School. Read it anyway.

Love is like a roller coaster; once you have completed the ride, you want to go again. ~Unknown

You’re gonna love a million times. Know that every time something ends, something else has room to begin. Keep trying, even if it is hard. Because, love. At the end of the day, it’s all you’ve got. Have an open heart. Be willing to be seen.

God always takes the simplest way. ~Albert Einstein

God is not in the fancy. You may not find him right away. But trust me. He’s there. Go on a quest. Find the God in the flower, the song, the smile. Trust that you have a purpose. Know that when you were born, the heavens opened up and said, “okay Jack. Let’s see what you’ve got.”

My advice is simple. Own a Bible and a Dictionary. Learn how to write a decent bibliography. Be available. Whenever you get an invitation, always go, no matter what the event. Write your math problems with a pencil. Don’t rely on a calculator. Know the continents. If you want extra credit, please don’t ask your teachers two weeks before the end of the semester. Take up some kind of musical instrument, if only for a little while. Accept people for who they are, and who they are not. Love freely and without restriction.

There is a blank page out in front of you, and I can’t wait to see what you will write. Stock up with lots of paper, pencils, erasers. Live this life well.

Welcome, Jack.

And now. The Facebook Cleanse.

Almost two weeks ago, I gave up Twitter.  I stayed on Facebook.  I noticed, not surprisingly, that the energy I had for Twitter, was now being used for Facebook.

Harley Guy and I decided to go on a 30 day cleanse …Just to see.  To see if our time could be used better than parking in a chair and tweeting (wait, I don’t use that language anymore), or posting, or status changing.

Two nights ago, we gave each other our passwords, and each of us changed the others’ passwords.  Just to see, of course.

I’ve mentioned about 15 times how I don’t miss it at all.  LIKE, AT ALL!  Which of course to my addict readers means Oh-My-God-I-Miss-Social-Webbing.

And, here I sit, with my old blog.  4 years old, and patiently waiting for me to come back…which I have.  I read a book today.  I took a nap with Harley Guy.  I’m now sitting down reading my blog subscriptions, and actually commenting.

We’ll see how long this lasts.  Meanwhile, unless I hack the shit out of my computer, and look for the hidden password, I will be off Facebook until May 15, 2011.  Let’s see who caves first.

Facebook. I just can’t quit you.

Facebook.  I tried to love you.  You were all the rage this year, so I hopped on.  Alas, I only have 28 friends in the whole wide world, while my little niece has 285, or something like that.

Here’s the deal.  There was a study put out about five (5) years ago.  It said something to the effect that more time connecting in cyberspace is more likely to make people feel less connected, and thusly, more depressed.  So, I’m thinking, hey, I have the trifecta of crap:  no husband, job and probably possibly home.  Why do I need to be more depressed?  (Which, actually, I’m not…but I digress…)

Facebook.  So, I don’t really get it.  I adored my best friend from 3rd grade, but that was 1967.  She is the sweetest girl and is getting all of my classmates together.  I love that my family is all connected, and talking to each other’s walls.  I wall-to-walled with the boy who gave me my very first REAL kiss, at the football game.  His reply:  I remember it like yesterday.  So, what does that do for me?  Sends me into yesterday, which is a place that, while innocent and fun, is just…well yesterday.

And, just as I’m typing my final farewell and so long to FB, I happen to click on my FB tab, because you know it’s so addicting…”who wrote on my wall?  who is sending me flowers?  who loves me?”  …and there is my drunk silly sister who types:  Lisa “is joining the 20th century”. 

…and I realize.  She doesn’t know it’s the 21st century.  So I send her cute pictures for her profile, and ALLLLLLLL my relatives and friends, and call her up and we are laughing so hard I can’t stand it.  and I suddenly realize, I can’t quit Facebook, because I am laughing.

…and I really haven’t laughed in a few days.  The belly laugh kind.  It made me happy in a stupid cyberspace kind of way.  Sadly, it’s one step closer to match.com, which I vow to avoid as well…So, I spice up the theme of my blog with happy colors, and edit some fun photos, and pretty soon, will call it a night.

[new iPhone camera app:  This is called Camera Bag.  Here’s a few snaps of the race…it takes your photo and edits it on your phone.  Fun!]  Got a 6 miler tomorrow, rounding out week 5 of Half Marathon training. 

 This is the fisheye.

This is 1974. (we look a little gray)

This is Lolo.  Bright.

Fun stuff.  Back to the internets!!