| Rayne Today Searching for dharma, in spite of the weather...
Build-A-Meme Project: First Project Team Meeting...ready?? Dear Team Members: Now that we've compiled quite a good selection of materials from which to start, we're ready to kick off a regular meeting schedule. Is there a day/date and time of day which works best? Let me throw out this coming Saturday 07-JUN-03, for starters -- how's that look for you? Please be sure to specify your time zone when stating a preferred time -- or base all preferences on Eastern Daylight Savings Time. Post your preferences at the topic under Events located at the Freedom 2004 Forums. Thanks! ~Rayne  comment []
Billy! I can see you in the pond! Get out now! Can you imagine the quality of your childhood if your mother could track your every move with GPS, or could reach you with pager or cell phone at any time, any place? Growing up, there were thousands of times when I was literally knee-deep some place I shouldn’t have been. Yet I learned far more than I would have in the designated, safe zone…like wading through creek beds several miles from home to chase salamanders and fish or playing in the hayloft of a crotchety neighbor’s barn. Not to mention all the places I went as a teenager – necking behind the post office, scheming while drinking in a friend’s bedroom, gossiping at a forbidden pool hall. Gah! Technology could have made my life rather sterile, stimulus-free! I write this now, thinking to myself that I must remember not to inflict technology on my kids as they get older. The urge to protect one’s children is so strong; I can see myself too readily adopting technology under the guise of safety only to smother them instead. Yet the same technology could have opened vistas for me as a kid as it does for me now. I had pen pals that I wrote weekly and monthly; we could have written and shared our experiences far more frequently if we’d had e-mail. I could have had been far more versed in cultures of the world before I entered the business world as a young adult. It’s a fine line to traverse, between too much and too little freedom, too much and too little technology. I hope I’ll be able to walk this tightrope without alienating or harming my kids along the way. comment []
Mysterious visitor(s) If I’d known I was getting this much company, I’d have tidied up a bit and baked a cake or something. For some odd reason I have (63) hits accrued in my referral log from an “undefined” visitor, along with hits from someone leafing back through my archives. There’ve been a few of us in the last week who’ve had our hits elevated for inexplicable reasons, by strange visitors who’ve left no footprints. This time there’s footprints, but rather anonymous ones. Believe me, I fully expected to be in the basement of the daily hits ranking; the Salon blogosphere rewards me with triple digits in hits only when I post at least three times a day. I’ve not done that for a few days now (see “Blogging Blues” below). And here I am in triple digits by mid-day when I’ve least expected it and done absolutely nothing to deserve it. Thanks to you, mysterious visitor or visitors. Hope you’ll let me know to what I can attribute your attentions today. Come back again soon! comment []
Forty-five That’s all, contained on a five-by-eight lined piece of paper, enclosed in a small white envelope. Only these several handfuls of clues to tell us he’s gone to Tikrit and now beyond; only this to suggest the discomfort of the experience and provide meager assurance. Volumes appear between those words and lines, though, validated by a now equally minimalist press you see in thirty- and sixty-second snippets on the evening news. Were there pages and reams to tell us more, would we feel differently? Not one whit. There's nothing he can say from there that will put his father and family members at ease. We've got plenty of reasons not to feel confident. Until the next chary letter, forty-five words to tide us all over. comment []
Blogging blues I’ve got ‘em again, I’ve got the blogging blues. Part of the problem is a lack of sleep; I’ve not gotten more than 5 hours sleep for 5 nights straight and I’m suffering from a mild case of sleep deprivation. This is when I feel most that time has slipped away. In the days before kids and while I was single, I used to be able to party most of the night for weeks on end, sleeping in late on weekends to recover or taking snoozy sun siestas in the afternoon. Not going to happen now, not with two kids and especially over the weekend with family visiting. I’m in a different place where sleeping in late now means waking at The other part of the problem is the nature of sleep I got just last night. Hell, what sleep? My little guy was up a half dozen times, suffering from a rotavirus. I’d no sooner set my head on the pillow than I’d hear him, MOOOOOOM!! MOOOOOM!! I’M GOING TO BE SICK!!! I don’t want to wish his childhood away, but I could do without this part. Agh, my head was throbbing this morning when I finally did get up, what with the waking in jolts every 45 minutes last night. So, here I am, groggy in front of a keyboard, unable for the last couple of hours to choke out anything and wishing desperately I could crawl back into bed or nap in the sun like a cat. Not going to happen with my little guy wondering around the house today in a illness-induced torpor. I’m going to have to pound some caffeine, be an adult and muster up the grit to get through the day. Oh yeah, and break these blogging blues. comment []
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