I quit spending so much time on FB.
When I first joined the social site, I enjoyed reading what pressed on the minds of my friends. In its infancy, FB offered beyond the next turn entertainment and connectedness. A group of friends played one of the games together and we often ran into each other on the farm.
I enjoyed catching up with friends I had not seen since high school. I found many former colleagues who had gone on from Amarillo to long careers in journalism along with a couple of kids and a dog or cat or two.
Gradually the mood on FB changed. Rather than our own words, platitudes fill the spaces. Political statements come after Dalai Lama quotes, which come after testimonials for deities, which comes after Florence + the Machine. Mix in a bit of news from various sources and the site becomes impersonal -- all of us hiding behind these postings of who we would like to be.
I have changed as well. I am stuck in neutral. Gonna be windy today. Can't go outside. Gonna be cold. Stay inside. Rancid describes daytime TV.
Time to make some changes. Taking the first step soon.
Miss you much, Dude.
Later.
Saturday, February 25, 2012
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Update (for what it is worth)
I thought I was pretty well back to normal. Wrong. A trip across town wore me out. I slept for 12 hours after that. I am so tired of sitting around the house all day. FB no longer means much to me. I stopped posting and with the exception of a couple of people, no one seemed to notice. I am ready to head back to bed, which I probably will do after I take my morning meds.
The home health nurse decided I would benefit from more visits. I am now addicted to pistachios. I ate almost half a bag right after I got them.
I hope this apathy dissipates soon.
Miss you, Dude.
Later.
The home health nurse decided I would benefit from more visits. I am now addicted to pistachios. I ate almost half a bag right after I got them.
I hope this apathy dissipates soon.
Miss you, Dude.
Later.
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
PHooey
The home health nurse just left. She plans to call Doc because I am tight on the side with the pneumonia and wheezing on the other side. I have done two breathing treatments today, one before she saw me. I do not feel good.
Later, Dude.
Later, Dude.
Monday, February 13, 2012
99 and 44/100% pure
If God wanted us to be rich, we would be rich. The Bible does not say, "I want you to prosper and I am sending an evangelist to show you how." I think God could do it on his own. Do you really think someone who personally takes a salary of more than $100,000 a year qualifies them as someone to act as intermediary?
The Bible says to tithe. I do not think it says to send your money to these evangelists, who, along with their minions, will take gigantic salaries and then help the poor? Why not tithe directly to the poor? You buy blankets and distribute them to the homeless that hang out under the interstate bridges. You visit the elderly woman two doors down. She never has visitors.
Getting directly involved brings a prosperity of the soul or essence or whatever you want to call it. Joy becomes our reward, which cannot be matched monetarily. More than one way to be wealthy exists. If you look around, you will find someone who has less than you. What about all the starving babies in the United States? Why do we send money to an overseas organization, when children here need help?
Just an idea, folks. What say you?
The end.
Later, Dude.
The Bible says to tithe. I do not think it says to send your money to these evangelists, who, along with their minions, will take gigantic salaries and then help the poor? Why not tithe directly to the poor? You buy blankets and distribute them to the homeless that hang out under the interstate bridges. You visit the elderly woman two doors down. She never has visitors.
Getting directly involved brings a prosperity of the soul or essence or whatever you want to call it. Joy becomes our reward, which cannot be matched monetarily. More than one way to be wealthy exists. If you look around, you will find someone who has less than you. What about all the starving babies in the United States? Why do we send money to an overseas organization, when children here need help?
Just an idea, folks. What say you?
The end.
Later, Dude.
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Gloomy
The gray day matches my emotional state. Neediness oozes from my pores. Nothing pleases and I question myself. I wonder if my brain tells me it works, and to me it does, but reality reflects a truth the brain does not perceive.
The number of CFers and PHers dying this past couple of weeks staggers me. One of my friends who lived in Midland, not that far from here, died sometime in early January. I did not learn of her death until a couple of days ago.
I could use some of your wisdom and humor right now Dude.
Later.
The number of CFers and PHers dying this past couple of weeks staggers me. One of my friends who lived in Midland, not that far from here, died sometime in early January. I did not learn of her death until a couple of days ago.
I could use some of your wisdom and humor right now Dude.
Later.
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Of mice and men
I prepared another giant stir fry this morning. I did the onions and mushroom separately so I can add some of this mixture to the spaghetti sauce I will make later in the week. I like Newman's Own, but the salt content sends me to the homemade variety. We shall see about the cost as well. I found a couple of good recipes for sauce.
I did not finish this, obviously. So I will share with you some thoughts about various topics. Nothing fails the "should I use it" test.
A South African friend (I am lucky enough to have six), just posted on FB a picture of an elephant half-standing with about a third (vertically) of its face missing. The caption said, "This is what poaching looks like." At first the photo stunned, then shocked, then angered me. The desperateness of people, the state of the world causes me much pain. Just like most stories, two sides exist. Did the ones who killed the elephant for its tusks desperately need the money or are they simply savages in a dog-eat-dog country? Why do we as a nation ignore Africa yet meddle in the Middle East? We cannot solve our own problems, why do we try to fix messes elsewhere?
In the same vein, I fear us, the citizens of this country. The leaders of our country fail to compromise or think of the common good. The rhetoric flies during election years. Electioneering corrupts into half-truths or out and out lies. Voters seem to pick a candidate, not on what he says, which you wonder if you can believe anyway, but by which party he or she belongs to. Then nonvoters and voters alike start the misinformation campaign for the next lucky president.
I have a hard time with folks who insist their way is the only way. These folks base their opinions on one source. What if that source's campaign lies in propaganda?
2: the spreading of ideas, information, or rumor for the purpose of helping or injuring an institution, a cause, or a person
3: ideas, facts, or allegations spread deliberately to further one's cause or to damage an opposing cause; also : a public action having such an effect
Our candidates, our leaders, our government would not do that? Do you know with certainty? Do we hate admitting we are wrong? Why do we continue down the path when we know we will meet what we feared?
I will step away from the soapbox for now.
Miss you, Dude.
Later.
I did not finish this, obviously. So I will share with you some thoughts about various topics. Nothing fails the "should I use it" test.
A South African friend (I am lucky enough to have six), just posted on FB a picture of an elephant half-standing with about a third (vertically) of its face missing. The caption said, "This is what poaching looks like." At first the photo stunned, then shocked, then angered me. The desperateness of people, the state of the world causes me much pain. Just like most stories, two sides exist. Did the ones who killed the elephant for its tusks desperately need the money or are they simply savages in a dog-eat-dog country? Why do we as a nation ignore Africa yet meddle in the Middle East? We cannot solve our own problems, why do we try to fix messes elsewhere?
In the same vein, I fear us, the citizens of this country. The leaders of our country fail to compromise or think of the common good. The rhetoric flies during election years. Electioneering corrupts into half-truths or out and out lies. Voters seem to pick a candidate, not on what he says, which you wonder if you can believe anyway, but by which party he or she belongs to. Then nonvoters and voters alike start the misinformation campaign for the next lucky president.
I have a hard time with folks who insist their way is the only way. These folks base their opinions on one source. What if that source's campaign lies in propaganda?
2: the spreading of ideas, information, or rumor for the purpose of helping or injuring an institution, a cause, or a person
3: ideas, facts, or allegations spread deliberately to further one's cause or to damage an opposing cause; also : a public action having such an effect
Our candidates, our leaders, our government would not do that? Do you know with certainty? Do we hate admitting we are wrong? Why do we continue down the path when we know we will meet what we feared?
I will step away from the soapbox for now.
Miss you, Dude.
Later.
Monday, February 6, 2012
One of those days
I went crazy yesterday with the salty foods. Today my ankles are tiny, the least swollen since the hospital stint. Go figure.
The Pats lost in the last second. Sorry, Dude. I fell to third in EPL. Not the best weekend in sports.
Today the wind blows and what the air holds makes me hurt and gasp. Back to the couch and the CPAP.
Later, Dude.
The Pats lost in the last second. Sorry, Dude. I fell to third in EPL. Not the best weekend in sports.
Today the wind blows and what the air holds makes me hurt and gasp. Back to the couch and the CPAP.
Later, Dude.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)