Career Day

Like many people, one of the blogs I royally look forward to reading every week is post secret. Sure, maybe half the secrets are made up, and maybe they aren't... but this one caught my eye.

It instantly took me back to my elementary school days. I was in grade five. Only eight or nine years old. Like many elementary schools, we'd have a few of the parents come in and talk about their careers and why they think that particular path was the right choice for them.

To be honest, I only remember one parent's speech. And it was that of my friend's foster mother.

My friend, like a lot of native children, had a very difficult past. Even now, I'm pretty sure she experienced more pain by the time we were 8 years old, than most people to do in their entire lives.

So her foster mother goes up in front of the class, with 25 pairs of glazed eyes looking back at her, and she starts to talk about what she does. She talks about how rewarding it is to take in a child who is without a home and without anyone to love them, and make them feel safe. She talks about the amazing experience of watching them grow up, and have the chance to live up to their full potential, when otherwise they might not be able to.

Her eyes were full of tears when she said that it wasn't always easy being a foster parent, but it is absolutely the best career she could ever ask for, to give kids the love and opportunity that they deserve.

I don't really know if anyone in the class really fully understood or was listening... But I know I was. I don't even remember this woman's name, but she sure changed my life, and I'll always remember her and her story.

Sometimes

When I'm riding my bicycle home late at night, I get to see them take the dead bodies out of the neighborhood's assorted care homes.

I feel a slight burst of optimism the odd time I am able to witness this. No, not because I have any kind of emo death wish, but rather I long to experience what these corpses now have.

Total stillness.

Noise is such a grievance for me. It's intrusive, distracting, and grades on me like nothing else.

Children of kinds, traffic, teenagers, appliances, even music.

Yes. That's right. I don't like listening to music. Most of it just gives me a headache. I don't care for the stuff at all.

However when my roommate plays his particularly awful music at obscene volumes in our apartment with paper-thin walls... well, clearly it's enough to motivate me into writing a blog entry for the first time in 8 months. I guess that says something, doesn't it?

Oy vey.

Pens Pens Pens

Well, last post I talked about how everday you should find something to celebrate. It isn't easy. Honestly, somedays I struggle to think of just one note-worthy item.

But worry not, theres always something isn't there?

So today I was at work, feeling absolutely ruddy with illness, and drawing little owls on the desk calender with a nice black pen. I realized at that moment how much I enjoy ball-point pens.

The way they sit in your hand, the way the ink glides smoothly over the paper, the pure colour, heck even the way it smudges on my fingers. Everything about these writing utensils I like.

And then I remembered this blog entry that someone pointed out to me a little while back. This artist does the most incredible things with ball-point pens. Or this website, relating almost entirely to pen-art!

Yeah, I just wanted to tell you all that I adore pens. Hopefully, you'll get to here about ANOTHER thing I love tomorrow! I'm excited. Aren't you?

Ta ta for now!

Happy Anniversary!

I can't help think back to where I was a year ago.

Last summer I discovered the blog. Sure, I had heard of the concept, but to be honest I didn't really know why they mattered or why I should care. Then one day I was lying on the floor, bored out of my brains, and next thing I know I'm spending all my free time learning as much as I can about this concept of "social media" and what it all means.

It was the early entries of this blog that made all the difference.

I was completely fascinated. I started reading all the blogs, listening to all the podcasts, and becoming more and more excited about it. It wasn't long before I wanted to try blogging for myself. I joined twitter and I'd never felt more connected. In a lot of ways, it was empowering.

I loved meeting all the new people, sharing opinions, having real discussions. It didn't matter who I was, or who I was friends with. In a lot of ways, I'd never been happier than I was at this time last year.

Sure, my blog has turned into a wasteland, and my twitter is just nonsense. But through it all, I wouldn't change a thing. I owe everything in my life right now to that day in May. Having said that...

Happy (belated) One-Year Internet-Aware Anniversary to me!

I think you should celebrate one thing everyday. Try it. Find something that makes you happy and give it some acknowledgement. I'm serious... give it some thought.

So, what are you celebrating today?

Out of Hiding

Get out your pitchforks, I'm here to face the music.

I don't really know what that means, so don't ask. Just thought it sounded good. 

Last night I went for a stroll around my local Value Village with the very lovely JPadamson. Haven't been there in ages. Its the same mostly. But I miss the old days. Before the explosion of "vintage" clothing shops. Stores that go around like parasites rooting through the thrift stores and removing anything worth buying. Then proceeding to sell it at thier own store at triple the cost. Leaving nothing but a sea of hideous shoulder pads for the rest of us to dig through.

I guess everyone's got to make a living somehow. Moving along before I digress even further.

Searching through the very admirably organized racks of garments, I picked out an old Northern Voice "Bloggable" tshirt. So of course, I had to buy it. Hey, it was $1.99. Might as well eh?

Anyways, then I felt like a total hypocrite for buying a "Bloggable" tshirt when my last blog post was two months ago about the very same event that I now had to buy the bargain bin souviner for because I was too cheap to buy one at the actual soiree.

Boy, do I feel like a loser all the sudden. Or at the very least, one fail-tastic blogger. 

My point is, thats why I'm back. Value Village guilted me into it.

Going to be quiet now. Though, hopefully not for another two months. 

all the photo credit goes to: Furtwangl on flickr. :)

Social Media is Not Free: The Broke Blogger Blues

So, if you follow me on twitter, you'd probably know that I attended Vancouver's own Social Media/Blogging/Communications UN-conference, Northern Voice. It didn't really occur to me to bring my laptop for some reason, so I didn't get around to updating much during the course of the day. 

Yupp. I was hanging out with this little moose-guy right here. Anyone else wonder why he had hands, but no feet. Just me? Alright then.

Anyways, I won't get into an indepth recap. There are plenty of other much-better blogs than this one that could give you the run-down. I want to talk about someting else that I noticed. 

Looking around the room, I noticed something interesting. Who was there? Tech enthusiasts, communications people, and coders. There was business owners, and mac users galore. People with expensive cameras, and iphones. What I didn't see alot of, was me.

What I mean is, I don't have a macbook, or an iPhone. I don't know anything about computers, and if you're a regular reader, it's obvious I don't know much about blogging either. Sheesh, back in September/October I didn't even have a computer to blog off of. I had to walk up to a local internet cafe to use the internet. This whole idea of Social Media is really truly a hobby for me. I'm not looking to expand my business, I'm not looking to make anything other than new friends. As cheesy as that may sound.

So I got to thinking about how Social Media isn't free.Think about it,  what do you need to blog? Well, a computer for starters. An internet connection. Time. Money, depending how serious you are about it. More time. Dedication.

What do you need if you want to take yourself further into the space? If you want to podcast, you'll need a cam-corder, proper audio recorders, lights, space, editing software, time and patience. If you want to stay up to date with your tweet stream, your going to need a wifi enabled mobile device. Not cheap, my friends.

There's only so far FREE will take you on the web. That's the difference to between simply participating and being an active member of the community. At this point, I don't sit behind a desk all day, I don't have the internet in my pocket and I can't afford too. 

So this is my argument. If you want to be active in social media, to the point where you are doing MORE than simply participating, it's not accessible to everyone. I'm offended whenthese socialmedia/tech enthusiasts think that this is free, easy and accessible for everyone. You know what? It's not. This is something I have always secretly believed, but haven't really discussed until now.

I mean, if it was truly free and accessible to all, why aren't we seeing more blogs written by joe-blows like me. People that don't have computer access at all times. Waiters, bus drivers, mail carriers, massage-therapy receptionists! I know I'd like to read those. 

This is all exclusively based on personal experience, having not done any research at all. Who knows, I could be the only one who is noticing the hypocrisy, as it were. But I'd like to hear thoughts. Has a lack of time/money ever prevented you from being as engaged as you would've liked? What did you do about it?

Authenticity FLOOD

I've been, like many people I am sure, told countless times that the internet is a dangerous place. Apparently the only people that are online, are killers that want to strangle you in your sleep. Therefore, the worst thing you could possibly do is put out any of your personal information publicly on the web.

Hiding it in facebook where only your friends can see it is one thing, but actually making your address or your phone number public for all to see is a hideously bad idea. End of story.

Or so I was told.

Anyways, so I was sitting around on twitter, thinking about how many cool people I've met thanks to social media, when an idea hit me. I decided to post my personal phone number online. 

What possessed me to do that? Well, I really just wanted to see two things. How many people would call me, and WHO would call me.

At the time I had 416 followers. Let's say only 40 of them actually read that post. Based on those numbers, I expected a few random texts, mostly from local people.

The results?

I recieved text messages from five people, and one very lovely phone call from Puerto Rico. That's about it.

No messages from crazy people. No phonecalls from anyone I didn't know, or wouldn't have loved to hear from.

I think this represents the changing nature of the web. In the past, doing this may have illicited an un-desirable response. But now that literally everyone is online, we've in a sense, drowned out the wierdos. 

In a sense we've flooded the internet with authenticity, so that doing things like posting your phone number online, is now kinda sorta safe.

Safe, isn't the best word. But I think you catch my drift. Anyways, something to think on for now.

So...What do you think? Would you ever consider doing something like this? Why/Why not?