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On Facebook and elsewhere on the web there seems to be a lot of “stuff” about dreams of the future. That and the phrase “Considering The Economy…”

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When we started creating Famous Grazing Blogs in 2004, it was the method of communication, the media, which captured out imagination.

We explored and tried every online and off line method for blog creation. Most of the blogs we created still linger out there, occasionally thrown scraps using LiveWriter. 

Blogs were the method used by those who found in it a way to express their thoughts of the moment. 

Then came social micro-blogging.  MySpace, FriendFeed, Friendster and more recently Facebook and Twitter.

TinyPaste is a site Twitterites can use for the Continued spill over of the tweets.

Like moths to flames, as mentioned in the #moleskine line on Twitter, we were drawn away from the blog medium to the instant satisfaction, the crayon on the wall, expression offered by microblogs,

Then we are put to shame by our friend Devon.  He throws up Education on the Plate on the WP site and starts to write professionally, thoughtfully.  The microblog has replaced the comments portion of the blog, but he is using the extended palette blogging allows to fully express himself.

Perhaps his creation will inspire us to make better use of the blogs.  I know more likely it will be like the YMCA tag I have on my key ring.  I’ll know it’s there, but I always seem to be elsewhere.  “ooh, shiny thing..”
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What there was of it. 

One morning all of the trees on the way to work were vibrant green. 

Then the weekend passed. 

The next Monday the colors changed; orange, red and still the constant evergreen.

Then the weekend passed and here on this Sunday morning we look out on the front yard as the glassy grass reflects the first rays of the sun, refracting parts of the rainbow with the blade’s ice crystal coating.

The ice will melt and it will be shirtsleeve weather for most of the daylight hours, but with the sun’s setting the frost will once more slide down from the surrounding hills.

Then another weekend will pass and the frost will no longer leave with the sun, but be our guest for the long winter.

In an earlier tweet I mentioned that as I have avoided drugs all these years I have also avoided apple products. 

It isn’t easy living in the geek world.  Watching people sit in line for three days for a phone, one with many bells and whistles indeed, but a phone nonetheless, reminds of the people I see standing outside of office buildings in below zero temperatures smoking.

As a disclaimer I will admit being a crackberry. It is a drug of choice thing, I believe.

Wikimedia has an RSS Feed called POTD, Picture of the day.

The pictures cover a variety of subjects, from fine art to close up pictures of insect faces.

I have yet to be disappointed stopping in my RSS browsing to appreciate the image selected for the day.

Consider it one of those stop and smell the roses pauses in your day that make it all easier in the end.

Happy Fathers Day!

There were 5 things on my agenda for today.  The snow was scheduled for noon.  Someone forgot to verify this with the weather system.  I am looking out my office window at what would appear to be about an inch of snow.  Weather Dot Com showed that this is the northern edge of the storm.

As soon as the snow hit, my Blackberry started buzzing.  Not only is this snow, but it is Friday.  Combine the two, and the memory of the lousy commute home a month or so ago, and wham, the meetings get canceled, moved up or shortened.  I am waiting on news form my nine a.m.   

tick tick tick...

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It has been a very long time since I sat at the table eating breakfast reading the local paper, or the NEW YORK TIMES. Within the last year I have changed my habit several times.  When the year started I was at My Yahoo! in the morning.  Then I went to the email sent to me around five a.m. by the NEW YORK TIMES.  I would click on the stories of interest and then read them individually on Firefox.

This lasted for a while.  Then I found Google Reader. 

At first I used it just to keep up on blogs.  Then I started first with the NEW YORK TIMES and then The Washington Post.  Soon this was followed by BBC TV News and The Scotsman.  Then International Herald Tribune.  Suffice to say there are now twenty eight news services subscribed on Google Reader.

Then the geek material started to creep in.  Software, Hardware, Life——.  Now, instead of reading it once in the morning and perhaps before bed, I keep it up in a tag on Firefox so the alerts pop up when the message is posted.  A service such as this would have cost the high level executive a fortune not that many years ago.  There was a time in my youth when my job was to peruse the morning papers from around the world and clip out those stories that were about the organization for which I worked.  Not stories that I felt may affect the organization, but only those with the organization's name or the names of one or more of its officers.  Now a kid can do that about the girls in his class at no extra cost.
 
Frightening, in some ways.
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The month of January is not the busiest for our business, but the busiest for me.  It is the preparation for the new year as well as the justification for actions taken in the past year.  This division of years is artificial, as is the concept of time itself. However artificial, it is the reality of our existence if we choose for it to be.

This is now the weekend.  It is a time where the deadlines and barriers for the most part are self created; not created by the company but by the circumstances we have created for ourselves.  It is the time to socialize or sequester. I like to think a combination of the two is the healthiest selection.  In the century before the last there was a time when a person was "at home."

This meant it was a time when people could come to visit and they would be most welcome.  Sunday afternoon, between lunch and dinner was usually this time.  Then Sunday dinner was a meal to which you invited those with whom you wanted to spend more collective time, time where they, you and your household would interact.

This tradition carried over into the Twentieth Century but soon faded with the spread of radio, movies and television.  Now that time where people called and received was reserved for sitting in front of a box and listening to FDR talk, or Artie Shaw entertain.  The Sunday Dinner was replaced by the TV dinner.  The interaction became sitting in the same room with others watching The Show of Shows or Ed Sullivan.

Now, in the Twenty First Century, on a Sunday night, the family retreat to their various forms of electronic communication where they, in each individual way, collectively communicate with others. 

Oddly enough, it is all the same.  The Sunday Dinners, the TV Dinners, the microwaved meal next to the keyboard.  They are all remnants of sitting around the campfire, in the cave, telling each other how we avoided being eaten today by the big bad world outside of the cave.
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