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The Oxymoron of Social Media

Social media: the name implies communication (defined by me as an exchange of ideas only possible between individuals who consider themselves equals) yet most of us seem to use it exclusively to sell ourselves – our products, our services, our … Continue reading

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Farewell to Facebook

I think I will 1) stop writing and reading on FB altogether, and only post to it from my blog, 2) communicate directly with people I wish to interact with, and 3) acknowledge that written messages between persons without shared … Continue reading

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Somnambulism in the Rain

Conducting one’s life outside the immediacy of meatspace is ALMOST as exhausting as if one had to actually physically travel to conduct conversations with one’s geographically far-flung “friends” in the flesh. Iā€™m so tired of the forced interaction and the … Continue reading

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I don’t believe that we have met

I don’t believe that we have met, and yet, you know my name and act as if you know me well, at least enough to speak informally, as if to say what protocol exists you can brush quickly to the … Continue reading

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Speech Between the Fallen – a cywyyd deuair hyrion

Must I explain it once more? Try hard to fight the boredom that most likely will ensue the moment you think useless any viewpoint but your own, and on your cragged and stony field, let germinate a seed of mine. … Continue reading

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Face to Face

We reconnect through wireless means – no strings attached, just memories like wisps of smoke we can’t inhale without a self-accusing stare. Like ghosts, we shuffle wall to wall and watch as life unfolds somewhere, where we could be, on … Continue reading

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@everyone

It’s all exposed online, you understand. My life is more or less an open book: my birth, my education, then my work, and shared, too, all too soon, sickness and death. The details that might make my trip unique are … Continue reading

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