Give you a stack, if you'll take care of my crap.....

We live in interesting times..... and the internet does make the world a much smaller place in which to live. We use the internet for everything-- socializing, education, networking, business, etc. In fact, there isn't much that exists that can't be made more convenient by the internet.

Yet, does this extra convenience, and our ability to have the knowledge of the universe at our fingertips, somehow prevent common sense or even the most basic level of intelligence?

I don't like to think that the more advanced our society becomes, the more ignorant its inhabitants will be. But, I have little evidence to the contrary-- especially when I hear of someone as ignorant as the 20-yr old woman who has been accused of hiring a hit-man to kill the father of her child via her Facebook account.

"I will pay somebody a stack to kill my baby father."--- Her Facebook status, displayed for the world to see, in all its glory. Apparently, she'd had an argument with said "baby father". Though the status might have been a vent, and not an actual attempt to hire a hit-man, it was enough to send the concerned mother of "baby father" running to the authorities (who did not take the status lightly). It was also enough to garner at least one response from an 18-yr old eager to earn the $1000 for the hit, so long as he was paid in advance!

Ah, this world we live in.....

So, one woman's ridiculous status on Facebook has led to 2 arrests-- her own arrest for conspiring murder and the arrest of the equally ignorant sod that responded to her status on charges of attempted murder.

I weep for the future of our world....

A to Z reflections....

Another A to Z challenge comes to an end--- another collection of posts and poetry have been written, another deep breath of relief is released. For my fellow bloggers that survived as well, it's another 'challenge-completed' notch carved into the writing desk. I've come to enjoy my yearly foray into the world of all things alphabetical. This was my third year, though it was only the second year I had a workable theme (which made the challenge substantially easier than the first year I attempted this challenge.) And, though my first year was difficult because my focus was so scattered, I found this year was more difficult because I lost the enthusiasm that came with the first year excitement----excitement which helped me plug along until the end of the challenge. Year 3 was a success in the sense that I completed the challenge, though, this was the year that almost wasn't---- Somewhere about a third of the way through the challenge, I seriously considered...

Bitter Honey

Weaving dreams of beguiling gold, a future's price for happiness. What secrets do you, determined, hold? asks the summer wind's soft caress. A guarded name, a hidden hope. Spinning wheels clutching time, grasping straw that falls away, What dreams may come, we soon may find, won't recall at end of day. A cherished life, a memory lost.

A million lives, beneath a single sky.....

Though our feet leave different prints,our tongues sound different words, there's a mirrored rhythm in the beating of our hearts. Though born in different worlds, our eyes sharpened 'neath different moons, there's an unspoken truth in the warmth of our touch. We may walk in different strides and dream different dreams, we may speak in different voices, maybe swim in different streams. It's plain to see, when dark night falls, as all the stars shine through, that underneath it all, there's no difference 'tween me and you.

From the Inkwell, From the Vein.....

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