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Wednesday, September 10, 2014
Sunday, August 24, 2014
How can you mourn somebody you never met? You don't know her name, or anything about her really.
She was 19 years old, a friend of a friend.
What can you say?
What can you say to the world that would do her justice? She was loving and kind and warm? She lit up the room when she walked in the door?
She was so young, barely coming to adulthood. She had so much hope and so much to look forward to. Nights out with girlfriends, trips to the beach, a wedding day and children, the chance to change lives as a doctor or professor or journalist.
You can just say, what a tragedy that all this was taken from her. You can say, you wish you could have met her.
You can say, goodbye.
Saturday, August 23, 2014
Monday, July 28, 2014
I have been taking a break from Twitter and I feel like talking about my reasons.
• addiction to notifications
• making a quiet space in my mental landscape for attention to my problems
• detachment from making new connections in my life
I have finally, after thirty years of adult life, been able to see that I have trouble with codependency in relationships. I am needy and manipulative. I have trouble communicating and being honest about my feelings and needs. My life has been affected in many negative ways by this problem. It has affected my work life and education and family life. I have trouble with addictive and compulsive behavior.
I have hurt people I've been close to, often without immediately understanding why or how; it just seems to happen. I have trouble taking responsibility for my actions and understanding of setting boundaries in relating to people.
So I have some work to do on myself and important decisions to make about my future...
Friday, July 4, 2014
DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE FROM FACEBOOK
Let me begin this manifesto of liberation with a fairy tale.
Recently Mark Zuckerburg sent a team of engineers out from their Silicon Valley warrens with a compass and a task: to verify that the sun sets in the west. They enjoyed a beautiful sunset and noted the reading on their compass and affirmed to their boss that yes, indeed the sun may be observed to set in the west.
Recent revelations that Facebook technicians performed "research" to determine if people are affected by the emotional content of what comes through on one's TL are equally specious and fanciful. Just as everybody knows that the sun sets in the west, we understand that emotions are contagious. Anger and fear and mass hysteria, joy and love and the entire gamut of emotional response to the world around us are all contagious.
One doesn't need experimental research to learn such basic facts.
I have concluded that such "research" was performed for the simple pleasure of having guinea pigs (you and I) to force to run through mazes and jump through hoops.
I am here to tell you right now, Mr. Zuckerburg, that I am NOT A GUINEA PIG to be experimented upon. Neither are my friends or family or people in far-off lands that I will never meet.
Therefore on July 4th 2014 I declare Independence from Facebook.
Whereas Mark Zuckerburg takes every bit of information and personal data posted on his Facebook (including private messages) and processes it and milks it for the maximum profit and financial gain...
Whereas Mark Zuckerburg and his merry band of minions sees me and potentially everybody on earth as a toy to be played with and as an eyeball to be sold to the highest bidder...
Whereas Mark Zuckerburg has a history of nonchalant unconcern with the privacy and emotional integrity of people around him...
Whereas Facebook is a place where I have personally experienced and seen in others inevitable interpersonal conflict, addictive behaviors and social media drama...
I hereby state my intention to delete my personal account as of midnight 7/7/14
Saturday, January 18, 2014
There are no words for tenderness
No expression of what is shown
By merest touch or warmest glance
Kindness, warmth and caring given
This is only known firsthand
Like sex or dreaming, food or wine
Cannot be shared by words alone
A touch of hair or tender kiss
Massage a tired back or feet
A hundred little gestures
That I would give you every day
And let you know and understand
The truth of tender caring love...