Thanks to modern technology, I'm able to stay close to loved ones despite a massive ocean, a five hour time difference, and a 4 year sabbatical from the east coast. Social networking, Skype, and PDA's have replaced the need for any sort of personal, intimate interactions and has enabled us to dodge the proverbial uncomfortableness associated with defriending or dissing someone to their face. And even in a virtual world- true emotion is a possibility. I've had heart to hearts via the web, shared coming of age stories with my blog, and even managed to text words of wisdom in the middle of a teenage crisis. Staying connected no longer requires hours of coffee talk and golf outings in order to get better acquainted. And communicating isn't necessarily about being present but simply a matter of logging on.
According to Google Analytics, my blog numbers are up. Apparently, my cousins and unsuspecting strangers aren't the only ones who find me amusing. I've received random comments, emails, FB posts, and a VERY sweet text message from my husband complimenting my photo and yeah...the blog was good too, he said. It's amazing how far a message can travel, how deep a voice can be heard, and how lucky a girl like me is to know someone like you....even if it is only technologically speaking, that is. Well, anyhow- enough about me. And you...who are you? Seriously, do tell...
PS: no need for anything poetic or witty...and don't go editing your response either. It's just me.
i'm tish--blog reader afficianado and modern malama fan. i have a personal blog and i also am a contributing writer for fitbottomedgirls.com (which i hope to get you aquainted with in the future!)
ReplyDeletei heart sassy GOOD writing with unique spins and by golly you have a swell spin so here i am :)
hey buuddy- THEGREG here. reading your 6 degrees made me think about diaries. ya know the handwritten ones from back in the day, where you recorded your daily innermost thoughts and experiences in a nice fuzzy hardcover book, sealed and protected from any prying eyes by a built-in victorianesque gold lock and special secret key. or in the real world, a black/white wide-ruled mead composition book on sale for a quarter at longs. (hey remember trapper keepers??? ah the 80s). diaries were like the original blog. except it was weird because your audience was your future self (and if you didnt have a good hiding place for your diary, your nosey "fill in the blank"). and although you were supposed to be honest and forthright with all of your thoughts and feelings, without any fear of retribution or judgment, for some strange reason you held back a little, in an effort to avoid making an ass out of yourself, to your future self. or was i the only dumbass who did that... doh!
ReplyDeleteoh by the way, cool aviators ya got there-
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