Come closer, don't be shy...

Hint: one of the people in the above photograph is not doing very well at all.
From Petrolia Heritage
There are a few ghosts who happen to share my living space with me. For the most part, they keep to themselves and don't bother anyone except for my friends who are usually only surprised by them as they stroll the yard, or brush by in the hallway. It's possible that they are as surprised as my friends are to find actual people in what, by metaphysical rights, is their space. But soon enough, I'll leave and they can go back to doing what they do without any intrusion from the corrupt world. I figure they have as much right to the place as I do, but there's one who has been whispering in my ear for the past three nights and waking me up, and if she doesn't knock it off soon, I'm gonna get angry.

I need my sleep after all.

Just looking in...

My future self can't tell my past self anything he won't find out on his own...
I liked it better when my friends had blogs instead of Facebook. I liked being able to stop by once a week and see a medley of events and thoughts and pictures so I could see what they'd been up too. It was like getting a short message with doodles on the envelope or small package of random items in the mail.

Now all I get is one line and a notification about some lost cow or which celebrity housewife cooking show they most resemble.

I tried an experiment last year to keep in contact via plain old regular mail. It was an utter failure, I'd forget to write, or people I'd remember to write would drop me a one line email to say they'd gotten my letter. My current mailbox is a huge monstrosity from Sears Roebuck, back when they were to the biggest, most important company in the world, and their catalog was a de facto overview of Americana. This mailbox was a testament to their dominance and can hold a small child, if someone tried to ship you one via the post office. Now it sits empty most days, except for the occasional advertising flyer.

Is 160 characters enough to stay in touch?

Kick the tires...

I am convinced Facebook is like the crappiest company car ever.

Hype.

"The moon landing was just a lot of hype. Once we got up there we realized the only thing worth looking at was the earth." -Lloyd Kahn