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Bumper cars

14 Wednesday Jan 2009

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I recently heard a comedian riff on bumper stickers as a handy shortcut to life — when he saw one, he automatically knew not to be friends with the driver.

My husband views my new-found bumper sticker interest as a phase, a possible symptom of mid-life crisis that will hopefully pass in less time than it takes to remove the adhesive already applied.

Me, I just looked at my tan minivan one day (Sandtone), youth football team stickers in the windows (not that there is anything wrong with that), bumper scraped from hasty parking jobs, and thought about what I drive as reflection of who I am.

Ouch.

I was also swept up in the fervor of the election and wanted to make a statement.  The minivan remains non-negotiable, no matter how much I want something little and zippy.  So forthwith the Obamamobile was born.

I have lots more bumper stickers to apply, when the time is right.  “Please Lord, let me be the person my dog thinks I am”.   “Coexist”.   “Alternative Energy is Homeland Security”.  “Geek Is The New Cool”.

Funny, my husband doesn’t drive the van much anymore.

FB Newbie

14 Wednesday Jan 2009

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OK, so, not one to rush into the 21st century, I am finally poking around to see what Facebook is all about.  And, um, blogs.  I was inspired by the speakers at a recent Writer’s Digest conference in Cincinnati.  Jane Friedman (great speaker, by the way) stressed the importance of creating an online presence, a robust platform, a connection to an identifiable network;  creating waves!  gaining visibility!  being remarkable!

All this took me about a month to digest before I could face the keyboard.

So, Facebook is a first baby step to figure out “what the fuss”.  And, now, the start of a blog of sorts.

Facebook feels weird.  I am afraid to write on anyone’s wall (feels like graffiti) so I just skulk around, peeking at what other people write, looking at their pictures – like a peeping tom outside the windows of someone else’s neighborhood.   Turns out lots of people I know across the country  are on there, of course.  Which everyone else apparently already knew.  Having I been living in a cave?  (Or a suburb???)