Sunday, August 29, 2010

Good Bye Computer!

Good Morning, Everyone! I was ready to start blogging on a regular basis, but alas, I have to send my computer away for fixing. I am told it will take 2 to 3 weeks. GAH! The more I think about what I have on my computer and what this means to be apart from it gives me the shakes. My computer is so much an extension of me. It helps me communicate, express feelings, and do what I love to do, which is write.

What’s going to happen to my manuscript that needs revising, or my poetry that I want to submit to contests? What will I do without my IMs? These are the questions that have haunted me this weekend. I’ll drop off my laptop for fixing this afternoon and won’t see it for 2 to 3 weeks.

I’m sure others feel the same way about their computers. Or maybe your blackberry, or cell phone? Maybe some of you are thinking about your televisions? What if your television was taken away? What would you do? Inanimate objects we’ve connected to, relied on for entertainment purposes, relied on to fill our time.

Thinking back to childhood, I looked forward to watching television for Saturday morning cartoons, or when the Twilight Zone or Creature Feature was on. Outside of those highlights, childhood was spent riding bikes, walking around the block, playing in the park, or pretending. As for high school, MTV was the highlight IF you were lucky to have cable, and going to the movies was a treat. In my 20s, I used a cell phone for emergencies, and in my 30s and 40s, my computer has become precious to me.

What’s your inanimate addiction, television, cell phone, computer, vibrator? Do you have a close relationship with anything that doesn’t have blood running through its veins?

Take care and I’ll be back in a few weeks.

Thursday, August 26, 2010

He, She or Bully?

It’s funny how we as humans judge things before actually testing or trying out. *points at the rest of you shaking your head saying, “I don’t do that.”* I am referring to myself right now. When I first joined Twitter, it was entirely for blog exposure, and had no desire to learn about snippets of people’s lives as I stated in an earlier post about Twitter.

I read things I probably would never hear about. Today, I read a disturbing article about a man, Kevin Morrissey - Today Show, who committed suicide supposedly due to relentless bullying by his boss. It isn’t a definite the boss drove him to his death, but an investigation is underway. Boss bullying happens more than most want to admit, and with the weak economy, bosses are taking advantage of the situation.

I posted this since bullying seems to become widespread branching out into all ages and intellect. We hear about teenagers bullying others to the point of suicide, mass school shootings by those tortured by bullies, and now grown adults bullying employees. Have we lost all respect for humanity? Are we instilling abuse in younger generations?

I feel it’s a serious issue to understand so we can treat. What are your thoughts about bullying? Do you think it’s worsening over the years?

Sunday, August 22, 2010

To A Friend!

I am returning to the blogging world, but wanted to dedicate this post to a dear friend. Veejay is one of the nicest people I’ve ever met in my life, and I wish I could do more for him.

My birthday was August 7, and the week before my birthday I received a package in the mail. I knew it wasn’t from a family member, or long-time friend, so it was a huge surprise to say the least. I brought it upstairs, unwrapped it and took out a framed picture of the 2005 Chicago White Sox World Series along with a little dirt from the field in a casing and silver logo. This wonderful man sent me this gift saying he remembered from my blog that I was a White Sox fan.

I cried. Not because of the gift, which was wonderful, but for the thought. To me, it means so much to have someone remember a special day, or event of mine. Gifts are always wonderful to receive, but knowing Veejay remembered my birthday and that I was a White Sox fan meant  so much more. My smile lasted for days, and I will never forget Veejay’s generous gesture and his continued caring. It matters to matter to someone.

I’m fortunate enough to know him, and proud to call him my friend. Here’s to you Veejay though I wish it was more.

To A Friend

Curled up in a subconscious recess of dreams
Lies hope, knowing there are sparkling beings
Ring out like a bell tower throughout our span
Empower generosity, it came from one man.

Pessimism may want a few chorus chords
Great friendships use time to compose concertos
Fairy dust accumulates on those of high merit
Such a rarity to find, more luck to inherit.