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I've been offline due to a lightning strike that killed my ethernet port. I had to get a wireless router to connect to my DSL modem and pick up the internet wirelessly. My youngest brother was a life saver by helping me to get back online. He has a couple of business networks he has to keep going all the time. I still don't understand how he got it to work. The password I put on the new router would take 7 supercomputers twenty years to figure it out. My brother laughed at me, but I got it all written down off the computer.
I know it's not logical, but I almost believe my downloads are faster wirelessly than with the DSL modem speeds I had. It's been an interesting event, but I don't do anything anymore that requires that much speed. I don't download any music or videos, I just stream them from Youtube and TEDtalks and that works for me.
My bookmarks list grows smaller and smaller. Maybe I've lost interest in a lot of subjects I once found interesting, but the fewer bookmarks are really all about my learning more about how to use a search engine like Google to find the information I want without messing around. These search engines are indexed so profoundly it only takes a few critical terms for them to put what you need right in yo' face straight away.
I wrote about how I have made a habit of hyphenating words that include the term "me" in them. I've been thinking about sa-me for a while now. My last tinkering had me write it like this: say-me. So-me-ti-me I write about two mes'. The little one utters things out loud. It "says" thangs.
It's that "me" that has to be abandoned in favor of the big me, and that ain't easily done. Especially when you're attracted to sayings as a whole.
I like systemized gatherings of sayings like in Bartlett's Quotations, and in the Sutras and the holy books of many cultures. I like to compare the various sayings from different cultures and see what I can find in common between them. I don't have a captivating excuse for liking sayings and adages and metaphors and parables, I just do.
Maybe it's to distract myself with. Maybe that's why I like sayings and me-tap-hors. Reciting my poetry and making up stories involving familiar rhymes and children's songs has gotten me a lot of attention when my real situation was very depressing.
That hasn't happened for a long time because I live in what mostly passes as a hometown for me. It's not my hometown or even my home state, but it's where my natal family settled down, and because of that I can't be either a healer or a prophet here anymore than my siblings can. But, all we have to do is leave. Then, shit happens, and thangs change.
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I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
