So life. You crafty little bastard – you snuck up on me. Here I am spinning around and around consuming and creating and connecting and there you are like a river flowing past. Steady. Smooth. Unforgiving. It’s time. I have a lot of things going on and need to step away from blogging for a while. There is only so much time in a day, and you don’t get any more of it. I love my life and have to…
So I was peeking in on Google+ this afternoon at about 3:30 and saw a dude post a link to the McKayla is Not Impressed tumblr. I thought it was funny so I plus one’d it, and shared it on Facebook. Because I’m not friends with the dude from G+ on FB, no attribution was necessary. I logged off for a while and did stuff away from the internet. I know – crazy, right? Anyway, when I went back later…
Before I got into blogging I used to keep an electronic journal. A few times a week I’d open up a Word document and write about things that mattered to me. Then I’d save that document and place it in a folder labeled by the year. Never to be opened again.Sometimes I’d write poetry. Sometimes short fiction. Occasionally I’d share the stories with my wife. Before I had a computer, I used to keep these journals on notebook paper – written…
“Everything is perfect.” In speaking with a friend who recently gave up Facebook, she cited this as the reason. That seemingly every post by every person she follows is filled with status updates that say, “My life is better than yours.” “It’s complete bullshit.” She said. “Nobody’s life is always perfect. Yet when you visit someone’s Facebook page, you’d think they were in competition to ‘out-perfect’ everyone else.” I don’t disagree. Facebook is a platform that lets you project your…
This week I’ve been in one of those patterns where I can only focus for 15-minute intervals. Max. I don’t know why, but I just lose focus for no reason. Then I get up, walk around, clean something, play with a dog, whatever. Until just a few months ago, I smoked. Smoking was a great way to get outside for five minutes and take a break when I’d lose focus. Kidding. Smoking is stupid. But really, that’s what I used…
According to my mother, advertising is evil. She cites false advertising as the culprit. “You see something in the newspaper and then you go to the store, and they do the ol’ bait and switch. That’s more than wrong. That’s evil.” When she found out that I had become a copywriter, she was cool with it. That is, until she learned that this meant that I wrote advertising. Since then, I may as well be a felon. I grew up with…
