Our eldest is crazy about baseball. From morning until night everyday the topic will usually turn to who the Indians should try and get or when he will play next. If he can’t play, he makes up imaginary line score on imaginary line-ups. And then there is always Wii MLB 2K10 – something to get us through the winter.
He is seven years old now. But here is a link to a clip from when he was two. Coco Crisp played for the Indians then. I think that is one of the reasons he is a lefty at the plate.
I’d not be at all surprised to find that there are armies if doctoral students studying the dynamics of relationships that are primarily based in cyberspace. These anthropologists of digital societies have a lot to work with, no doubt. Today I’ve been sorely tempted to unfriend (or is it de-friend?) an individual on Facebook. This person’s only offense is a strong habit of posting pleas to help a certain social cause. It is not even a cause that I am particularly at odds with, but the sheer volume of material shared is just off-putting.
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The problem with unfriending someone is the friend suggest feature. In the real world friends drift apart and there is rarely a formal declaration. You might perceive that an individual has changed or have become more distant. That person can just hush up, slink away and that is that.
But Facebook will “out” you. there have been several occasions when I’ll see a suggestion to friend someone I am ABSOLUTELY certain I’ve already friended. This happens when that person has unfriended you without your knowledge.
I can understand why someone would unfriend me. Political views, religious professions and other wedge issues can alienate folks. Personally, unless someone is particularly condescending to opposing viewpoints, I think it is interesting to read other opinions. If for no other reason than to hone a counter-argument if one is ever needed.
In any respect, I’m curious. What would it take for you to “unfriend’ someone on Facebook?
(I’ve decided not to unfreind the individual mentioned. Really, how hard is it to just scroll past something that does not interest you.)
I recently found a cache of pictures from my childhood. That can be fun. It is made even more fun these days because today’s technology allows a much larger audience to reminisce with you. I scanned several and shared them on Facebook.
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or the latest “Looking Like..” entry. I look like a kid who realizes he’s got a pretty crummy sock puppet, but also sees that his classmates are not really doing much better. I really don’t have a great memory for details of grade school. This day day I do remember, however. That was a wool sock and by the time our little story-time play was over my hand and forearm were blazing, itching mess. I also vaguely remember that there was some drama with my mother that morning surrounding my last minute demand for a fully-formed billy goat sock puppet. Poor woman. I suspect that my brother Joe was mysteriously missing one of his socks soon before school started.
I decided to log in and start bloggin’ again. I’ve been tweeting and active on Facebook. That has satisfied my hunger to sound off on whatever is crossing my mind.
But those outlets are not mine, all mine. So I’m going to attempt the discipline of blogging daily here. Of course that will likely ‘go south” as I try to upgrade to the latest version of WordPress.
By the way – The Browns won a game that means nothing today. But it is still better than losing a game that means absolutely nothing. I think.
It’s Mother’s Day. My boys provided many good memories for Joyce. Memories are a funny thing. You might think they are indelible. They might be. But they can also get jumbled and fragmented. I saw Mom today. It was a nice visit.
I remember seeing the video below when the album “Spike” was released. I thought the video was touching then. At the time I had sympathy. Today I have empathy. Happy Mother’s Day, Mom.
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I’ve just upgraded the WordPress version and database required for the blog, so it may be a few days of inconsistent availability. It is fortunate in times like these that most days the Matt Keough Blog does not receive any visitors 🙂
I know full well that including “virgin” in the title of this post will send some strange search engine traffic my way. But a pithy title is half the fun of blogging.
I’m just old school enough to savor a freshly printed newspaper at my breakfast table.The experience of stepping out one’s front door to retrieve your local daily to with the birds singing, braced by the dew in the cool morning air is something that may be lost in a generation.I love to pour a cup of freshly brewed Joe and be the first to retrieve the Sports.
The very fact that I’m a happily married man is somewhat related to this enthusiasm.I met the Lovely Joyce on a blind date. In the first awkward moments, in an attempt to make conversation, I asked her what was the first thing she read in the Sunday paper. She said”Hal Lebovitz”. I knew then I had to marry her.
But the fruits of this marriage now makes it a very rare occasion that I actually lay hands on a pristine sports section. Our oldest (who is 7) will grab the sports section and consume almost every bit of data concerning the Indians, Captains or Cavs. There is hardly a day that I’ll see a page that isn’t crumpled, folded, mutilated or bearing the stain of a buttered bagel.
And do you know something? I wouldn’t trade it for the world.
But so do “cool” and “dude”, so back off. I thought that the first post of 2010 should at least fall in January. So Happy New Year, Happy Epiphany. (Both belated, of course.) Coming soon; my tale of the telemarketer.
I never really went away. I’ve just not posted in some time. Sorry if you have tried to subscribe to my RSS feed. It has man-made issues. I might work it out. I might not. Maybe I’ll just start from scratch.