My journal of big words and pretty pictures
“I don’t want to keep fighting you.” “That’s hard to believe after that conniption you just had.” “You don’t even know these people.” “I’ve known some of them for 10 years. I’ve seen them get married, have kids, have grandkids. Don’t tell me I don’t know them.” “You’ve never actually met them in person.” “I … Continue reading Friendship tour
“You’re just an attention whore!” He said, sputtering with self-righteous rage. “Always on that Instabook or Facegram, tweaking.” An almost indiscernible shake of her head was underlined with an audible eye-roll and exasperated huff. “How is that any concern of yours,” she said, lifting one eyebrow quizzically. “You have no real relationships, just imaginary friends … Continue reading Sibling harmony
As much as I claim that my weekly photo hikes are a much-needed, much-anticipated break that allow me to get away from my daily routine, I don’t actually, completely… disconnect. I take photos with my smartphone, posting them to Instagram, Twitter and Facebook. I check emails, I Google places to go. When I have the … Continue reading Cutting the cord
An apple a day Feeds my Internet habit This one is rotten Haiku Friday is hosted by Lou at LouCeeL. My poor, little, 5-year-old Apple MacBook is slowly, and painfully dying. She was ill last winter and underwent some lengthy rehab, but this time, I think she not long for this world. It makes me … Continue reading One bad apple
Lately I've been reading about a phenomenon called Münchausen by Internet. Much like the more familiar Münchausen by Proxy, this psychological disorder manifests when a person manufactures imaginary illnesses or fictional characters with medical or personal struggles - cancer, eating disorders, disabilities, depression, even infant deaths, sexual abuse, suicides, or stalking - alternating with near miraculous recovery. All … Continue reading Münchausen by Internet
Not one day, one hour can pass without some fragment of our lives being broadcast to the world. A simple question is transformed into an indictment against our very existence. An innocent photo can be manipulated, twisted into the most grotesque caricature. Where once rumors would range only as far as the next office, or … Continue reading In a fishbowl
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