![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
Heartwarming animal video of the day.
Mar. 30th, 2007 06:28 pmCourtesy of ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
cmpriest, Gothic horror writer extraordinary who rocks my socks on any normal day of the week anyway. This is original video she took while in her travels today: a happy, old Welsh Corgi in a canine wheelchair.
Read more about the story in the comments here.
I agree wholeheartedly with Cherie's statement:
Feel free to pass along.
cmpriest, Gothic horror writer extraordinary who rocks my socks on any normal day of the week anyway. This is original video she took while in her travels today: a happy, old Welsh Corgi in a canine wheelchair. Read more about the story in the comments here.
I agree wholeheartedly with Cherie's statement:
With all the ridiculous horror stories out there about people who take pets to the pound when they don't match the new carpet ... I really love to see folks going the extra mile to take care of their animals.
Feel free to pass along.
Public Post
Apr. 12th, 2006 05:02 pmYes I'm back from my LJ vacation, sort of.
No, I don't know what I'll use this journal for in the future.
No, things are NOT ok. If I haven't talked to you about it already I don't want to talk about it now.
No, I'm not adding anyone to my F-list now. Not until I figure out how the hell I'm using this thing. I care too deeply for those I call "Friend" and I don't have enough energy for being "Friends" the way I mean it with as many people as LJ would have me call "Friend."
Don't understand? Confused? Ask me to clarify off of this thing.
Or let it go.
No, I don't know what I'll use this journal for in the future.
No, things are NOT ok. If I haven't talked to you about it already I don't want to talk about it now.
No, I'm not adding anyone to my F-list now. Not until I figure out how the hell I'm using this thing. I care too deeply for those I call "Friend" and I don't have enough energy for being "Friends" the way I mean it with as many people as LJ would have me call "Friend."
Don't understand? Confused? Ask me to clarify off of this thing.
Or let it go.
Just breathe...
Apr. 6th, 2006 11:05 pmTo those who called me - thank you. I am not ignoring you, I just don't have much to say right now.
From 170+ to 131 on my F-list. It's down to people who are in my life on a regular basis or have a strong connection with, people who I read religiously because I find them insightful and entertaining, and people I've recently added over the past 6 months to try to get to know better.
People I just wasn't really reading and people who haven't poked their head into my journal in a long long time were cut. People who I felt only had me on their friends list to be 'polite' were also removed - seems I was correct in those feelings, that they were waiting for me to make a move like that so they could cut me out of their thoughts completely.
I hate that. I hate that forums such as this (and Friendster, and Tribe, and Myspace) have twisted the word "Friend" to mean a shadow of what it once stood for.
I hate that I think because I am privy to others locked thoughts - or that I've made them privy to mine - that we are closer than we actually are.
My thoughts on a "Friend" are actually echoed in the words of people like Ralph Waldo Emerson:
( Quotes by him )
Or Henry David Thoreau:
( Quotes by him )
Or others perhaps less known:
( Quotes by them )
These may be considered pithy by many reading, but they have guided my definition of the word a lot stronger than "hey click here to add me to your friends list" has.
And that in and of itself is the problem. This Internet forum, which lacks the other four senses to connect to another, is not likely to connect others in the ways that Thoreau and Emerson and the rest were describing. The folly of it all being that in a striving to connect with others I haven't REALLY connected with them. I crave the connection that text allows, connecting us mind to mind, and yet that we are still separated by this modern day convenience. There is no guarantee that the connection is mutual.
Which doesn't explain those I enjoy reading and have befriended mainly because of this instrument. Perhaps it is because the are so far away and we are not actual factors in each other's lives that this is possible. It is, after all, those who are closest in proximity that I seem to be having the worst time connecting with.
Worse, even with this purging of "friends" I still feel it's too many people to keep track of.
I wonder, what is the way to reconciling this feeling of loss of connection through a means of connection?
Then I think of the phone calls I've gotten today and yesterday.
Maybe it is not for me to reconcile, and just recognize those "keys" when they make themselves apparent.
From 170+ to 131 on my F-list. It's down to people who are in my life on a regular basis or have a strong connection with, people who I read religiously because I find them insightful and entertaining, and people I've recently added over the past 6 months to try to get to know better.
People I just wasn't really reading and people who haven't poked their head into my journal in a long long time were cut. People who I felt only had me on their friends list to be 'polite' were also removed - seems I was correct in those feelings, that they were waiting for me to make a move like that so they could cut me out of their thoughts completely.
I hate that. I hate that forums such as this (and Friendster, and Tribe, and Myspace) have twisted the word "Friend" to mean a shadow of what it once stood for.
I hate that I think because I am privy to others locked thoughts - or that I've made them privy to mine - that we are closer than we actually are.
My thoughts on a "Friend" are actually echoed in the words of people like Ralph Waldo Emerson:
( Quotes by him )
Or Henry David Thoreau:
( Quotes by him )
Or others perhaps less known:
( Quotes by them )
These may be considered pithy by many reading, but they have guided my definition of the word a lot stronger than "hey click here to add me to your friends list" has.
And that in and of itself is the problem. This Internet forum, which lacks the other four senses to connect to another, is not likely to connect others in the ways that Thoreau and Emerson and the rest were describing. The folly of it all being that in a striving to connect with others I haven't REALLY connected with them. I crave the connection that text allows, connecting us mind to mind, and yet that we are still separated by this modern day convenience. There is no guarantee that the connection is mutual.
Which doesn't explain those I enjoy reading and have befriended mainly because of this instrument. Perhaps it is because the are so far away and we are not actual factors in each other's lives that this is possible. It is, after all, those who are closest in proximity that I seem to be having the worst time connecting with.
Worse, even with this purging of "friends" I still feel it's too many people to keep track of.
I wonder, what is the way to reconciling this feeling of loss of connection through a means of connection?
Then I think of the phone calls I've gotten today and yesterday.
Maybe it is not for me to reconcile, and just recognize those "keys" when they make themselves apparent.
