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On Twitters, Tweeters, and tweets

Having more time at home – as I’ve already noted – means that I’m much more vulnerable to the news as it unfolds. newscast I use the term “vulnerable” here quite pointedly.  BR (before retirement) my exposure to television news was fairly limited; a few minutes in the morning while I got ready to go to work, a quick glance at an online paper at noon in case anything important had happened while I was immersed in the needs of school children, a CBC news update at 6, and The Daily Show at night.  I will admit that I was a bit thin on news-watching; understand, though, that I’m married to a news junkie so never have to fear about being too uninformed because I can absolutely count on David to keep me well informed.  Anyhow, back to SR (since retirement and also my first two initials).  I’ve been very nervously watching what’s transpiring in Iran.  Does it surprise me?  No.  So … what am I writing about here? Did you see Hilary on TV yesterday (just before she evidently fell on the way to her car in the State Department parking garage and broke her elbow; I wish her a speedy recovery)?  She was in the spotlight because of the demonstrations following the mock election in Iran.  In an unprecedented move, the US government asked Twitter to delay a planned maintenance outage because of its use as a communication tool by Iranians following their disputed election.   Twitter?  Why is it worthy of attention from the US State Department?  Well, first to that press conference; here’s an excerpt:

WASHINGTON (AFP) — Secretary of State Hillary Clinton on Wednesday defended a US request to Twitter to postpone a planned maintenance shutdown as a way to allow Iranians to speak out and organize.

“The United States believes passionately and strongly in the basic principle of free expression,” Clinton told reporters when asked about the State Department’s request to the social networking firm Twitter.

“We promote the right of free expression,” the chief US diplomat added.

“And it is the case that one of the means of expression, the use of Twitter is a very important one, not only to the Iranian people but now increasingly to people around the world, and most particularly to young people,” she said.

“I wouldn’t know a twitter from a tweeter, but apparently it is very important,” she said, sparking laughter.

Until very recently I didn’t know very much about social media (I’m still quite limited, although terms like MySpace, Facebook, Wiki, YouTube (did I tell you I’ve even got videoclips of  excerpts from my presentations on YouTube?), and Blogosphere now roll off my tongue.  Andy (Nili’s husband) has been talking to me about how important social media is – and being a part of it all – and encouraging me along – for some time already.  Motti’s pretty “into it” too and as my nieces and nephews.  Me?  Mostly around the edges but not entirely “out of it”.  Not convinced though.

Until yesterday, when watching the news and seeing the same story and the many interesting discussions on TV it generated, everything became oh so clear.

Social media.


I’ve put a wee bit about Twitters and Tweets at the end of the posting if you’re new to this.  First, back to Hilary’s twitters.

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What if I don’t want to be in The Now Network?

I don’t know if you’ve seen this ad or not, but it keeps popping up on my TV screen (and yes, I do watch a lot of TV and am not going to apologize for that).  It lists all sorts of things that are happening now; things like:

– 43 million cell phone calls are being made

– 380,000 people just hung up

– 1 billion emails are en route

– 7% of them contain the words “Miracle Banana Diet”

– They’re hitting 63,000 spam filters.  

– 233,000 people just Twittered on Twitter

– 26% of you viewing this have no idea what that means.

Have a look, if you don’t mind watching a commercial.


My point is that I have this sense of just being utterly overwhelmed with information and it’s taking up far too much energy to feel that I’m staying on top of what’s happening.   Continue reading

Cinqo de Mayo and the next 11 days

cinqo-de-mayoWhat a great Cinqo de Mayo I’ve just had.   My friend Barb had stayed over last night (you might have read the comment she made from my own computer – sorry if that was confusing) so we’d stayed up a bit late talking and dreaming and smiling.  I’d planned to start the day early by heading to the Y for an aquafit class at 7 a.m. (haven’t been for a while), but I decided not to go in favour of having coffee and a morning visit with Barb.  First take care of the spirit right?

Barb and I headed to our cars together around 8:45; she off to an appointment and me off to pick up my Mom.   Continue reading

Six Months In – Part 2

I’ll just jump right back into the thought process here that I began with my previous posting.


When I imagined my life in retirement there’s no way I could have known that the context for that would be the worst financial crisis of my lifetime.  That’s had levels of impact on pretty much everyone’s lives and one of the things it’s meant in our home – and in many homes – is that David is working much harder these days with less office support.  I have been pretty much beginning and ending my days alone;  I get a coffee and good morning from David before he heads to work around 6:30, and at night – once we’ve had dinner and he’s finished the work he’s brought home  – well, by then he’s exhausted and ready for dreamland.  

Seems that most days I’m mostly pretty much on my own as well.  Now don’t get me wrong; I’m a bit of a loner anyhow.  But this is starting to feel like too much time alone and not enough time for meaningful interaction with others.  My new friends – so far – are mostly on TV; how pathetic is that!  Even knowing that this is a temporary state … that a few months from now the seeds I’ve been planting will start to grow and life will seem different (I hope) … doesn’t make the heaviness in my soul any lighter I fear.  I read this on the web: “Retirement means an adjustment in your mindset. After you retire, you may experience anxiety and depression . You suddenly have all this free time with no committments – but does that make you happy, or anxious?  Oddly enough, all our working years, we wish for freedom. We can’t wait to be wild, happy and free in retirement.Then comes the day we walk out the proverbial retirement door — and what do we DO with the rest of our life?”  I was really delighted when I read the very next paragraph:  “Recognize these anxious feelings are normal… suddenly, nothing is the same. But that’s ok as you transition into your New Self, the Retired Person who is HAPPY with a New Life!”   This is definitely the stuff of Lesson #3:  Acknowledge what makes you uncomfortable, then put it into the background and focus on what makes you happy.  Do you see the darkness or the moonlight on the field?  Or both?  It’s all one.  This one continues to be a struggle for me. Continue reading

Six Months In

how-am-i-doing-11It’s now been six months since I retired, and so I think it’s a good time to do a bit of a review and assessment on how am I doing.  Not the kind of assessment that ends up ranking me against others who’ve similarly retired.  Oh no … not that at all.  Just a bit of a review of what I thought would happen, what happened, and what I’m thinking should happen next.  This is an opportunity to revisit some of the “lessons” I think I’m learning.  Which are still useful?  Which are being applied?  What am I happy with?  What am I struggling with?  How to move forward? Continue reading

Reviewing standards, changing expectations

expectationsMany years ago I had a wonderful Principal who I’ll call Marlene (because that was her name actually).  She was wonderful for many reasons, but what I remember most of all today is the story I’m about to share. Continue reading

The Concert in Central Park: Wondering where spontaneity has gone

A few weeks ago I was in Ottawa with my daughter Nili and her family.  The weather was dreadfully cold and by the end of the week we were all sporting colds ourselves.  In the midst of that flu-ish haze Nili suggested that we pile the kids into the car, drive to Toronto and pick up her  brother Motti, and then all head down to Marco Island marcofor some sunshine.   Oh – how I wish I could have just said “yes”, thrown a bathing suit into a bag, and jumped into the car.  After all; I’m retired aren’t I?  I should be able to do things spontaneously shouldn’t I?  So … why am I sitting here writing this posting instead of basking on the beach?   Continue reading