Tag: facebook

  • Free-Floating Fury

    Right around the time that Trump got elected, I noticed that I was using the “angry” icon in response to a lot of my friend’s Facebook posts about what was happening. I don’t think of myself as an angry person in general, but so many outrageous things are going on in the world these days…

  • It’s Not That Complicated

    I go to work. I come home. I start dinner. I sit on my back porch in my fifteen dollar red plastic Adirondack chair, and put my feet up on my brown plastic thrift shop stool. My dog Quagmire jumps on my lap. Sometimes I ask him to tell me about his day. He’s never…

  • Credit Where Credit Is Due

    If you were told that someone had a talent that only a handful of people on the entire planet had, wouldn’t you be impressed? Wouldn’t you be even more impressed if you knew that person was also a free speech advocate, had been in a few films, organizes for street performers, is a storyteller and…

  • The NASA Tank Top Debacle

    Recently I shared this on my Facebook page because it delighted me. I love that someone is standing up for girls. I love that I’m not the only one in this world who wants girls to love science and dream just as big as their male counterparts. This small act just made me so happy.…

  • Ghosting

    Every once in a while, I think about the many people I’ve met on the internet who have come to be good friends. It’s a different world. As a young adult, before the internet, I could not have conceived that these types of connections were even possible. But children today are growing up taking these…

  • What to Do When You Can’t March

    I used to lament being born in the early 60’s. I was too young to participate in the “really good” protests. Be careful what you wish for. Here we are again. Unfortunately, I have a really strange work schedule, so most marches march right on past me. I would have loved to participate in the…

  • My Magical European Summer

    Recently, I came across a diary that I wrote when I was 19, and I read it for the first time since I wrote it. That summer was the high point of my life. (So far, at least. Who knows what the future holds.) I was traveling through Europe, and I was falling in love.…

  • Hive Mind

    I don’t know about you, but I’m tired. I’m tired of thinking. I’m tired of trying to figure out what’s true and what’s not. I’m tired of worrying about what I can do to help fix this increasingly broken world of ours. But the only other option is to let others do the thinking for…

  • I’m Tweeting

    I have been Twitter-resistant for years. I just didn’t see the point. Between this blog and Facebook and e-mail and Second Life, I already felt as if my social media world was rich and nuanced. I also worried that if I added one more thing, my introverted little self would be crushed under the sheer…

  • Crossing the Line

    I’ve been watching the violence at the recent Trump Rallies in horror. And then hearing Trump “predict” riots (which is tantamount to encouraging riots) if he doesn’t get the nomination is enough to send a chill up my spine. It doesn’t take much to turn people into animals, it seems. It makes me look skyward…