Saturday, December 20, 2014

Cyber Crimes

I have heard it said that "procrastination is the thief of time" but I want to now suggest that procrastination has an accomplice. And like Bonnie and Clyde or Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid, these robbers get away with more than just time.  How about the theft of genuine friendships, one's sense of self or discretion/caution?  The other half of this pair of thieves is responsible.  I'm pointing my finger at social networking sites (SNS).

Perhaps the biggest irony of social networking is its erosion of genuine friendships.  It's funny (the kind you don't really laugh at) people "friend" you on some of these sites and then walk by you without so much as a smile or greeting on the street - can somebody say "UNFRIEND!"  To what end are these friendships forged?

How can SNS be responsible for the theft of self?  What does it mean to have such a sense? Is it perhaps an awareness and appreciation of who one is?  Although our environs and experiences contribute to who we are, we cannot allow social media to dictate the values we have of ourselves.  Besides the fact that people often use photo editing software before they post their pictures, people are sometimes not exactly forthright in some of the stuff they say.  To then envy, idolize and then ape someone because their SNS lives seem to reflect everything ours do not, is not a healthy mode of development.  Certainly there's nothing wrong with emulating positive characteristics; but trying to be John Brown or Mary Jane just because we think it will allow us to become the centre of everyone's attention and even envy, definitely exhibits the absence of a sense of self.  

Along with a seeming erosion of genuine friendships and loss of one's knowledge of self, is the toss of caution/discretion to the wind. Where's the How to Use manual for these things?  Some of us post anything on our social network page.  Unaware, we have let all and sundry into our lives.  People make posts of their meals, their outings, their relationships, their moods, their likes and dislikes, their religious views... Have I left anything out?  I know I'm guilty of this to a very large extent.  If I stub my toe I post "ouch".  Is there something wrong with such openness?  It is through social networking that I have reunited with friends half the world away.  I get to share even a small part of their lives through the pictures and status updates they post.  But despite this wonderful benefit, should caution be put into the recycle bin?  Some of us had better hit "undo" for though the information posted in this virtual world is to be accessed via a key pad is it really so far from the world in which we breathe?  Let's think about it, if my phone number, information regarding where I was ten minutes ago and am headed now is accessible to those who view my page (and I sometimes accept random friend requests from people I don't know) is the non-virtual me safe? 

The success of a thief hinges on his ability to catch one unaware.  After all if the owner of the house knows what time the thief is going to break in then...  Very few people see any ill in social networking.  We laugh out loud at the ones deemed extremists who think SNS is the unholy Mark of the Beast.  Albeit their take might be an example I use to teach hyperbole to my 8th graders, but then again how far off base are they?

Hmmm...

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Letter to God



Dear Eternal, All Powerful and Just Father,
          As I thought about what a letter to You might sound like, I thought about the prayers I send up daily and the fact that a letter to you would just be a prayer in print.

I thought about my intense desire for a car so that I wouldn't have to rush down my hill to catch the bus to work each day, or get squeezed to a near pulp when the conductors tried to fit twenty-five people into fifteen-seater buses. But I then thought of those who had to walk tens of miles to do manual labour all day, receive bare minimum wages then walk back home.  I thought of those who didn't need to catch a bus to any place as they didn't have jobs and instead walked the streets begging pennies so they could somehow provide a meal for the several stomachs in their shelter-less households.

I thought about my desire for a perfect partner, one who was easy on the eyes, educated and ambitious.  But I then thought of the many brilliantly handsome abusive husbands and wives and hoped that You, Omniscient One, would help their loved ones see a way out of those situations.

I thought about the scratches on my legs and arms from my dog's nails because I could only afford to take him to the vet to get his shots and not to have him shampooed and groomed.  But I then thought about those whose eyes or teeth or general health deteriorated because they couldn't afford to visit the doctor or obtain prescribed medicines.

I thought about the annoying discomfort brought about by the strains of the illness I am recovering from.  But I then thought about the physical and emotional torment of those resident of hospices the world over or who painfully upheld the laws against euthanasia.

Dear God, as I thought about the comforts that I did not enjoy and wished to have, I felt guilty.  Guilty that the things that seemed to bother me most, paled in comparison to that which was crucial.  

Suddenly my prayer was no longer about me, except to say thank You.

Amen.

Wednesday, December 10, 2014

Poetry: "Tis What?" - Daniele Willie

"Tis better to have loved and lost".
Whoever penned that sad refrain
Must not have felt the tempest toss
Of a heart adrift with pain...



It's better to have loved and lost?
What better could there be?
When every waking moment's spent
In pain and misery.

I'd rather to have never loved,
For ignorance is bliss.
What better than to never know...
How much of you I miss?

Thursday, December 04, 2014

Poetry: "About That..."

About that…
    by Daniele Willie


Stark-naked they glare from the pages I read,
Unabashed by their loathsome state
And Like nails against glass they grate my eyes,
Does it matter?  Is the constant debate.


Two ‘o’s or one?   ‘i.e.s’ or ‘e.d’?
Are these rules at all important?  Does it frustrate only me?
Is the reason I am bothered spurred by how I earn a cheque?
Am I hung up on traditions instant messaging has wrecked?



No more vowels and enunciation’s gone right out the door.
Don’t find it strange to rediscover what numbers are really 4
Get it str8 b4 ur left bhind n nt sure wat 2 do
Cuz everything’s phonetic now so rules where gonna screw.


Don’t start on punctuation this poems just too short for that
Whos got time for an apostrophe in the middle of a chat?
Once you read and try to get the gist of what is being said
Youll understand you shouldnt mind if grammars put to bed.


For lyphes about its changes if you like it or do not
Ask Chaucer or ask Milton for their spelling wasn’t hot
And when you barely recognize some words you thought you knew
Try not to hurt your head too much for these are transient too.