Hi folks. In my last post I said ask me anything. One should
always be careful of what they ask for, right? Okay, today’s post is dedicated
mainly to responding to one reader’s question. Here’s the question in his own
words.
Building an urban farm from scratch and on a budget. Plus, the writings of Prudence MacLeod
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I'm not just a wanna be farmer, I'm also a writer. I write romance, sci-fi, and action/adventure. Sometimes I even blend the three just for fun.
The romance novels are listed on the left of the page. The other books are listed on the right of the page. Please enjoy. You can also check the other pages of this blog for more.
I also play a lot of World of Warcraft; if you're a player you may spot where that hobby creeps into my writing. :)
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Showing posts with label drunk drivers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label drunk drivers. Show all posts
Sunday, April 21, 2013
Monday, April 16, 2012
Talking to Ourselves
We talk to ourselves; this is what we have come to in the
electronic age. It all began with the magic of the pager. Important people
began to wear pagers. (Doctors, lawyers, politicians, police detectives, etc.)
Soon everybody wanted a pager so they could feel important too. Some young men
were known to have carried garage door openers in their pockets. They’d take
them out for a glance then pop them back into their pockets. This was supposed
to make the girls believe these fellows were indeed important. Sad really. Tee hee
The next step was the cell phone. As soon as they hit the market the whole
world went nuts. Everybody and his dog wanted a cell phone. A cell phone meant
you were important. Suddenly people were talking loudly in grocery store lines
up, in their cars, in restaurants, cafes, sidewalks, etc. if a member of your
lunch group got a call on the cell; everybody had to be quiet so the important
person could complete the call. If you tried to speak, even softly, the person
on the phone would raise a hand, finger extended, to silence you.
That wasn’t the end of it though, not by a long shot. Soon the
cell phone morphed into a multi-use device. Now you can make a call, send a
text, check your mail, take a photo or video, cruise the internet, play games, read
a book, and a thousand other things I know nothing about.
So now we talk to our phones instead of the other people around us. We talk to ourselves instead of
to the others in the room. I watched a young couple in a café. She was
drop-dead gorgeous, and bored to tears. He was busy on the phone re-hashing a
hockey game with his friends while he ignored her. I doubt he got lucky that
night.
We also behave like drunk drivers. Everybody knows the
results of driving under the influence, but stop and think. Are you any less
impaired when you fumble with the phone or try to send a text, or try to see
the GPS on the phone while driving? I’ve seen all that and more. I’ll confess
to taking a call while driving, then suffering a beating at the hands of my
conscience.
Please weight in on this one folks; I’d really like to hear
from you on this one.
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