Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Facebook.

Fuck
a little social networking can become
concentrated obsession
except on those days I wake up and
back off,
overwhelmed
overwrought by the drama, the bullshit, the ADD induced by something that's for
kids.

Seriously? I am sitting here trying to figure out exactly what Facebook has done to enrich my life. It has put me into contact with some folks I had lost track of. That's nice. Mostly. It has also sucked more hours that I should dedicate to any online pursuit and honestly, if I were going to be rational about what to do with my online hours Runescape would be a better choice. Not so much drama, similar social networking opportunities and it's fun.
I'm thinking of deleting my FB account...not that you can, you can only suspend it but still. Why do I care what some person I only peripherally know did with her sick dog yesterday?
Does anyone have any wonderful thoughts about this? What has Facebook done to enrich your life? Why should I keep my account? Really.
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Crossroads

On the day of my 45th birthday

this poem was published in the

Sanctuary at the Women's

Colony. I love it and thank

the author, Joyce Sutphen,

for writing this poem honoring

the process of living a life

beyond youth.

Crossroads


The second half of my life will be black
to the white rind of the old and fading moon.
The second half of my life will be water
over the cracked floor of these desert years.
I will land on my feet this time,
knowing at least two languages and who
my friends are. I will dress for the
occasion and my hair shall be
whatever color I please.
Everyone will go on celebrating the old
birthday, counting the years as usual,
but I will count myself new from this
inception, this imprint of my own desire.

The second half of my life will be swift,
past leaning fenceposts, a gravel shoulder,
asphalt tickets, the beckon of open road.
The second half of my life will be wide-eyed,
fingers sifting through fine sands,
arms loose at my sides, wandering feet.
There will be new dreams every night,
and the drapes will never be closed.
I will toss my string of keys in into a deep
well and old letters into the grate.

The second half of my life will be ice
breaking up on the river, rain
soaking the fields, a hand
held out, a fire,
and smoke going
upward, always up.


~Joyce Sutphen
Straight Out Of View, New Rivers Press

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