Wrapped In Plastic

There's such a buzz in my head - like a toy train that's been left running for too long. Tiny metal fragments melting to slag, to liquid. It's been hard to...muster. The day just feels a little too much like Little Bighorn or the last-dash-grab for a Cabbage Patch Kid. Outdated. Outmoded. Unfriendly. Throb-throb-throb. Beat-beat-beat.

There was something about the Web 2.0 video, wasn't there? Something kinda hopeful and helpful and rookie and shiny and enthused and powerful and special and slick and smart and maybe I'm just not quite in the mood to be blown away by it right now. It is really interesting. It does make you think - next year might as well be 100 years from now. Things move so fast. We are all so - connected - almost, probably, mostly, near-connected. Rethinking is the order of the day - that I can related to. Think and rethink and ponder and wonder and plan and scrap those plans and reshape and rebuild and dynamite past the cul-de-sacs.

A friend of mine was telling my about a friend of hers who is in grad school, a philosophy major, really into it. He wrote a paper about - I can't remember was the name of the concept was called - but it's the theory that people, humans, us -- we will always care more about the people closer to us than to people who are farther away. You care more about your family than your neighbors. You care more about your neighborhood than the one across town, or the one in another city, or state, or country. But - now - there's this...potential...that all of that kind of thinking - and my assumption, not knowing too much about this philosophy, is that that kind of thinking helped us develop strong ties that made us strong tribes and then cultures and cities and all of the rest of it. That kind of thinking may have to be...reworked, rewired in us. It might not be the most useful type of behavior for the next 100 years...or the next year.

I don't know what I'm talking about, I suppose. I feel like there's a layer of gauze between me and what I'm trying to say or...something.

Blunt Machete

Man - I want to love Bloglines...I want to sit across from it and bat my eyes and flirt and ask if it comes here often and if it's a Libra and if it enjoys long walks on the beach...but that site is a little clunky to navigate (which is the website equivalent of having bad breath)...I see the potential...I'm imagining what our kids will look like and where we will spend our summers...but the site (for me, anyway) was a little confusing and dense. I managed to sign up to a few feeds...but I'm not exactly thrilled about it...I don't know what I needed...something sleek and sexy and streamlined, maybe...something that made the whole process (which should be a fun process) feel a little more like an explosion of puppies and candy and IKEA furniture.

I guess I'll have to keep tweaking and jerking and punching and prodding at it until I get a better feel for it - because I do see the potential.

Grokker was more fun - and I'm a sucker for those flow charts and graphs that you can pull up, Map View. It was an OCD guilty pleasure.

Didn't get a chance to try the Yahoo Pipes...hopefully tomorrow I'll be able to check that out.

Well - I think that this week marks the end of my being able to really help out my co-workers with Learn 2.0...which makes me ever-so-slightly sad. I felt a little like the cock-of-the-walk...just because I knew about Blogger (even though in the back of my head I kinda knew my time was numbered)

This past weekend I was in New York (Bronxville, mostly, near Sarah Lawrence College) but I had the chance to go into the city on Sunday and it was just...it ruled. Hung out in the East Village, then when up to Central Park....it was just...I don't know, really amazing. Only the second time I've ever been - funny to think of all those people running around all the time...and you're down here.

I don't know - I'm getting a little too misty and navel-gaze-y for a public work related blog.

My Dad Once Thought He Saw A Dog Made Of Pink And Blue Cellophane

Of course, that was after he had heart surgery - so I'm pretty sure it wasn't really there.

Links

I put up a few new links on this site. I like the new quick-clean-easy way that blogger has set up. You really use to have to get your hands dirty with HTML in order to put up some links - not that that isn't fun, it's just not my strongest suit.

Steampunk.

Here's a pretty neat blog I found looking on Technorati (a site I'd never looked at before)

http://blogs.lib.ncsu.edu/page/horselesslibrary

I'm My Own Grandpa, Google-Style.

It was funny to read about people getting into trouble over the content of their blogs. I know plenty of people who have stopped writing in their blogs because of work related issues. I guess you always have to keep that in the back of your head. As much as you'd like for it to be - this isn't a journal that you can keep under your bed. You post it - it's out there. And as much as it annoys me - the idea of an employer typing your name into Google before hiring you or promoting you or whatever...lucky for me when I typed my own name into Google I just got a bunch of reviews from some of the shows I've done (Rocky Horror, Oedipus, Orlando Vigilante, Ubu Roi)...oh, and, it looks like somebody was doing some genealogy work and a 'Joshua Geoghagan' married a 'Catherine Balkum'...oh, man, wouldn't it be extra-super-crazy if I was sucked into a wormhole-Einsten-Rosen-Bridge-Delorean and ended up back in the 1890s or so...(that's when my little branch of the Geoghagan tree came over)...and DID end up marrying a Catherine Balkum!!!

First Post

Not too much to report yet - but I am looking forward to diving into Learn 2.0.

(Why do all first journal/diary/blog entries always sound so fake-y and lame??)