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July 04 Talking about In New York’s Public Housing, Spreading the Gospel of the Recycling Bin - NYTimes.com
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June 29 TMIIs it really necessary to know every move that is made on the inter net?
This trend of tracking everywhere someone goes and what they do is getting to be a bit much.
There are times when whatever I'm doing is definitely for my own purposes. I don't feel the need to update my every move. Nor do I really want to know what friends on different social sites are up to.
I admit to having accounts on the major social networks. Not all of them,but definitely enough to keep me busy for hours. My purpose for being on the site is to participate in whatever activities interest me.
There are times when I don't think about the fact that my information is being shared with other people. That is until I see it is posted up on another site. The videos or bookmarks that I've made are duly noted.
I understand the core reason for the attempt to keep all services connected. But is that core reason really about the user? Or is it to the advantage of the executives who are currently battling for mega shares of inter net services?
AFTER MIDNIGHTBob Baldwin is a smooth jazz player. I discovered his music by borrowing a disc from our library system. I became a fan after the first track has finished.
How do you say good-bye to your memories? This is a question that I have asked myself over the past three days. Even though we move away from those times and many of the people who were there with us are no longer around-what we remember still eists.
We grow older and wiser with the passage of time. We often forget the road that brought us to this point. I want to remember that journey. What it was like when we were able to keep the doors unlocked and not be afraid to do so.
I want to remember what it was like to stand outside in a heavy rainshower on a hot summer day. How good it felt to get soaked while splashing around in the curbside canal on our block.
Or how hot it was in our kitchen as we canned fruit and veggies for the upcomoing winter months. The thick sweetness of peaches cooking. Or the hissing steam coming from the pressure cooker on the stove.
It seems that there were more stars in the sky during those days. I would sit in the fan back chair and look out the window for hours . Our block would be quiet for the night and the world as I knew it was beautiful.
June 21 Sunday Morning MusingsI'm sitting here waiting on my sons to get their business straight so we can visit my dad.
Usually I like to depart as close to the time we agreed upon. But today I am in no rush. I need time to prepare myself to spend time with my dad. His fragile state of health hurts me to my heart.
If anyone had told me ten years ago that my dad's mature years in life would be spent dealing with major health issues-I would not have believed that to be possible.
My dad's backbone breaks if too much pressure is applied. He has had cement placed in different areas of his spine to help him sustain his body.
At one time my dad had a banging six pack and pecks to die for. He lifted weights daily and worked out frequently. Now he is fragile and tires easily.
This is going to be a special visit for him. He has not had the opportunity to see our babies. He was not doing to well when they were born. Today we are going to spend time with him. I think he will be really excited to see the little ones.
Yesterday was my grandson's first birthday. My granddaughter celebrated her first birthday last month. Both of them are busy little people. I was wore out yesterday from just carrying one of them at a time. They are quite plucky little folks!
After we visit with my dad, I plan to come home and be a major domestic diva. I have been working on purging my home once again. Right now things are in a state of dissaray. I need to get myself together to meet the demands of the work week.
I am about to go outside and tend to my garden for about twenty minutes. I need to water my plants and check on how they are growing.
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