Beware of C.C.D. It is dangerous

The house is shrinking
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It is late on a Friday night and I am up beyond midnight. "That's not so uncommon." You say. Well, when most people [younger folks] are out on the town enjoying the nightlife, or the family is out to the movies I sit here tapping out mindless sleep-deprived musings to cyberspace.

I classify this condition as Computer Compulsive Disorder that slowly begins to take over our lives as we spend more and more time in front of the computer screen.

There are millions of blogs out there that recount life's day-to-day events -this is not one, thanks- but there are others out there that offer valuable insights to an immeasurable amount of information, those I like. In either case they must take an enormous amount of time to do and now that I have one of my own I'm left with a quandary....where do I find the time to add "blogging" to my day? Now I guess...

The date stamp obviously does not state the actual time I started this purge, because like all other creatures, sleep is required for good health. There is little of that lately due to commitments to the PC, yes the PC. It seems to me that the personal computer has become a serious threat to good health similar to that of nicotine and caffeine -it can become an addiction.

My faithful feline Sanorra has been expanding her territory that was once a small spot on the la-z-boy. My territory has shrunk to a small tract of land between the chair in front of the PC and the bathroom. Like the regal creature she is -ruling over the human class as if it was destined that way- she is now perched upon a pillow on the sofa looking down over her expanding feline kingdom after an defenseless takeover from an absent King.

Beware late-night bloggers! If you seem to spend more of you waking hours typing into cyberspace you may loose more than sleep.

Global Village Rendezvous

The World is Getting Smaller
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I am unaccustomed to the furor that surrounds the blogging community. Therefore, it took a day or so to wade through mixed messages of misinformation, defamation and the like. Whether it is rants & raves, or positive sentiments, I am reminded,

"Concern that each human being should enjoy the freedom of thought and action conducive to his or her personal growth does not justify devotion to the cult of individualism that so deeply corrupts many areas of contemporary life."*

Early this morning I woke to an e-mail that was the genesis for this web log. This is a first of an envisioned sporadic number of posts regarding the remnants of an old world order and the glimmerings of hope for the one to be rolled in its stead. As I was saying, this all started this morning...


I awoke to a note in my in box from a friend of many years who had ventured away from her coastal City to the flatlands of the West. It was by her example I followed the path to "blogdom" as today's post is being written. She had, just yesterday, signed up to this online journal experience and as I read, I began to acquire a taste for writing my own slant on the world. Thus far, it feels a tad bit liberating, yet a seemingly waste of time. After all who would be interested in my drabble.

It began very much like any letter from a friend to a friend, the only difference being the potential to be read by the masses. As I followed her words down the page her wit and dead-honest point of view began shining through...she hasn't any inhibitions when it comes to something she believes. I guess some things stay with us for as long as we live.

It was nice to hear her experience of the transition from East Coast to Western Culture and how the Maritimes are everywhere. She tells me, "It is a saying out here that Alberta is friendly because half the Albertans are Maritimers". Many a Bluenoser has made the journey to find a new career and the possibility of expanding their personal prosperity. If mature student status doesn't work out I may head out myself...one never knows.

There is something about a maritime community; it balances hustle with moderation with a long look of calm recognition to the world beyond its borders. I have been to many towns and cities; big and small; however, the East Coast has the enviable quality of taking the good and the bad on an equal footing not letting either get the best of it. It combines the thriving competition of the downtown core with the neighbourly camaraderie of the one street hometown. If I weren’t from here I'd want to be.

The Global Village and the internet's ever-expanding sprawl of worldwide computer networks is only the beginning of a unified system of communication that is delivering the world to the individual, our homes, and our minds.

If getting your feet wet in the ocean of web logs and info sharing will open your eyes to the world and "let your vision be world-embracing", then I'm all for it. Blog On!