Dear everyone in the universe who’s not already on my Facebook friends list: I am an “open networker” – i.e., I’m happy to accept your friend request as long I can determine that you and I have a little something in common (an interest, an experience, a point of view, 1 or 2 degrees of…
The fact that those of us who are standing firmly by our convictions – i.e., choosing to operate in alignment with our ethical beliefs and refusing to collude with corruption – are being called out as irresponsible, spoiled, privileged, delusional, and immature illustrates what a sick, sad world we live in. These are some truly…
Shit is REAL now, folks. VERY REAL. In addition to my volunteer work on the Bernie Sanders campaign (door-to-door canvassing, among other things), I conducted exit polling on June 7 in local precincts for an independent, non-profit group. Half of my exit polling was done in Pittsburg, California… and there was a huge discrepancy that…
I “liked” the Lowell George page on Facebook a little while ago.
I was then immediately bombarded with suggestions about other musical artists’ pages I might like to “like”… and, frankly, Facebook’s suggestion that I might appreciate the “The Band” page is rather a-nnoy-ing (almost as annoying as the music of The Band itself).
I adore Fiona Apple. However… in no universe and under no sun does that mean I’d also be enamored of Regina Spektor or Tori Amos. As a matter of fact, my top five favorite female vocalists have NOTHING in common — neither genre, style, quality, pitch, phrasing, nor vocal range.
I’ve been obsessing on Law & Order: Criminal Intent for well over a decade. But, unlike the folks out there who can’t seem to differentiate between well-penned procedurals with complex leads and formulaic drivel with cardboard characters, I do not have the slightest regard for Criminal Minds. Nor would I, even if it were the only thing on.
I won’t eat at a chain restaurant if given a choice… but don’t think that means I idolize Alice Waters or am impressed by trendy foodie establishments and their respective overpriced wine selections.
I rabidly support women’s reproductive rights and gurrrrl power. It does not necessarily follow that I wish to ban guns or outlaw nuclear power. Or even that I’m offended by wolf whistles from construction workers.
Don’t box me in.
And while I’m at it, do not offer me poor man’s substitutes, figuring I won’t know the difference.
If I want butter, margarine just won’t do. And ground turkey will never ever cut the mustard (or the mayo, pickle, lettuce, and tomato).
The algorithms of retailers, lobbyists, and other commercial concerns (including Facebook) don’t work on me… and I find the expectation that they would highly insulting.
Don’t box me in.
I don’t vote straight ticket and my taste is my own.
And just because — in the limited imagination of many — A = B, it doesn’t… so please don’t ever assume you know what I like or would like/think/say/do about/in any situation or with regard to anything. Unless you actually, ya know, KNOW. And chances are, you don’t.
My friend Annie Fraley asked her Facebook friends to post about things that made them happy in 2013. I appreciate this question because I always used to approach the end of each year with a “glad that’s over with” attitude, and now I’m just trying to be grateful for the good stuff. So even though…
I’ve decided I no longer wish to use the word “hate.” It’s too strong of a negative sentiment, and the fact is I don’t really hate anyone (I don’t even truly hate the Koch Brothers, and they’re as evil as evil gets). And saying I hate a thing, like garlic for example, is just ridiculous….
“unable to create the temporary folder – Error 183 cannot create a file when that file already exists” “An error occurred in the database” “Initialization error” “can not create temp folder archive” This all started with a “keyboard error”… which led to a reboot… which led to an automatic Windows “repair” that warned me of…
This relates to my previous post about impulse control. It has become tiresome to have to repeat it. It’s also become tedious to be the brunt of name calling simply because I insist on respect for my personal boundaries. But I do what I have to so, so here it is (again):
I do not enjoy being “poked” on Facebook. I consider poking to be exceptionally rude. It annoys me. It pisses me off.
So just don’t do it, okay?
Don’t poke me. Don’t allude to poking me. Don’t make jokes about pokes or poking me on my wall or in tags that bear my name. Most of all, don’t make excuses or try to justify any of the above. Just don’t do it.
If you can’t control your childish impulses and follow this one simple rule when visiting my Facebook profile, prepare to be dropped and blocked.
So my knee hardly hurts at all, but the rest of me… ugh. My jaw-throat-trachea are in spasms from the intubation. My abdomen is achy from coughing (also due to having been tubed). And my upper back muscles and triceps are hella sore from having to walk with crutches. But I don’t want to take…
I’m fine. The orthopedic surgeon was top notch. My knee hardly hurts at all, and I’m optimistic about a full recovery. The Admitting and Nursing staff at Kaiser SF are pretty great, and everyone there was cordial to me. That’s the good news. The overall system/organization/scheduling at SF Kaiser Ambulatory Surgery Dept – AWFUL. 7-1/2…