When the old site went down
(Published on my Tumblr acct 2013)
Here’s the deal. I’m not being alarmist by any means. I’m presenting a thought based on this link that caught my eye. What happens when the internet goes down? You can jump in and read the link, but come back and let’s talk about this.
I’ve got stuff in the “cloud” if you do I bet you’ve really never imagined the possibility of losing the internet. If you did you might have a back-up on a hard drive someplace, but what if the hard drive crashes. In the old days, we’d put everything on physical media. Yes, those round plastic things that store things. But if you’re like me I have a few devices that don’t have a drive. So then maybe a USB stick might be your choice. Okay, so how prepared are you?
Wait there’s more! What about your music, your movies, your web-based email where would it go? What about your contact list? Here’s another one…what if the cellular network went down. Okay, that’s enough for one day.
…just one more thing. I remember the little old notebook my mom kept her list of names and addresses, in fact, I still have it. Maybe that’s the backup? Because even this blog is just stuck in a server somewhere if the internet goes down.
Tangled Lights
You can get tangled in so many ways...
- some of my friends might feel similar to the lights put away in a rush. (I am blessed to see you once in a blue moon, but I hold your friendship dear to me. We keep each other in our thoughts and prayers, even though we see each other mostly on social media)
- some might see me as too "conservative" for them because of position or impression. (these friends put me on a pedestal and I wish I could be more tangled for them so they could see how completely messed up I am, possibly even more than they could imagine)
- some are totally different than I am. They come from diversity, ethnicity, or some other ...ity. I love them dearly and appreciate their gifts to my life. (My other friends see them as tangled and are confused to why I need these people in my life, because they may not fit into theirs)
- the last group, the most important -- not because they are last, but because they are -- are those people that simply put up with me because of my "tangledness." I'm not easy to understand, be with, care about or like. Bruised to the bone and beyond, if discovered you lose a sense of hope over time. I have been there and I still am...there.
I love tangled lights and the challenge of stretching them to their potential after being knotted into an impossible knot. I can appreciate how they go there and how they are going to get out of there. I love the tangle.
What I don't like is the burnt out, dead bulb that refuses to light. Even if the light is dim and weakened it's still doing something. Trying to be a bright light even if can only muster a small weak glow. That's another topic for another time.
Coming Back
When I first started blogging about 10 years ago I created a few websites to share my opinion on things. I figured that no one would really care what I had to say. And I found out I was pretty accurate in that assumption. In the end I needed to do this for me.
So now that I'm back after a few years this is just for me. It's a place where I can share a little about who I am, what I might think and how much patience I have to keep this up. This first post won't be long and yet it might be important. I'm days removed from the Cubs winning the World Series, yes the WORLD SERIES! And just a few days away from the election.
I'm siding with Forrest Gump, "I'm not sure I wanna talk about that."