A lot of people seem to want to know how I wile away the hours of my life. Brian Rice specifically wanted to know what a day in my life is like. I’m taking the optimistic approach in assuming that you all are not planning on making Margie doppelgangers who will begin by befriending me and then will take over the world. As long as we know that’s not your plan, here is my exciting life in a nutshell.
So, like a lot of you, I’m sure, my day actually starts before I roll out of bed. The first thing I do is check my email. It’s a way to sort of preview what the day may hold. Then I check my Twitter mentions and my Facebook stream. Now that I know what is going on, I’m ready (sort of) to get out of bed. All of that is now much more fun, by the way, with my new iPhone, whom I have affectionately named Jorge.
I try to fit in 15 minutes of curating posts for the Blog Library before I get ready for work. I usually can read, add, and tweet out 2-3 posts in that time period. I may also tweet out a post of my own.
There was a brief time when New Years Eve was one of my favorite holidays. This phase of my life parallels, no, overlaps the brief period of time when I wanted to stay up late but wasn’t usually allowed to. On behalf of children everywhere, I felt it was my duty to make it to midnight on New Years Eve. It was suspenseful. It was a frightening thriller!
Being a complete and total John Lennon nut along with being a possessor of a photographic memory, I happen to know that today marks a key and tragic day in Lennon’s life. You see, it was on July 13, 1958 that John’s mother was killed by a drunk driver. John was just shy of his 18th birthday. It would take years upon years for John to come to terms with this sudden and great loss. Even when he himself died tragically at the age of 40 (which is starting to look younger and younger to me), he had not been able to fully put this loss into a place where he could really wrap his head and heart around it. Even so, John attempted to help others deal with their pain. He did his best to try to help the world while he himself found life almost too trying to deal with. It is this ability to balance the outward and the inward that ultimately makes me respect John a great deal.
I’ve been thinking a lot about the Casey Anthony trial over the last few days. I’m not one of those people who watched it every single day and sweated over the piles of evidence more than the lawyers did. I would get little updates via Dateline MSNBC (a rather new guilty pleasure for me) or here and there on the news. When the jury recorded its verdict last week, I watched the announcements of innocence. I was confused. I was stunned. It seemed like OJ Simpson all over again.
Last week, after much peer pressure from Sandy Hubbard and Jeannette Baer, I worked to get an invite to come into my inbox, and I joined up with Google Plus. I had been wanting to wait a bit to see if the buzz about Google+ was going to remain hot and heavy for say, a month or so. I’m not really an early adopter type of person. But Sandy and Jeannette are trusted friends and they said I should try it, so, I did.
Have you ever seen the movie Being John Malkovich? It’s definitely not your typical Hollywood fare, but I adore the film. There’s one particular exchange that I want to tell you about today. Craig (played by John Cusack) has come to the sad realization that his dream girl Maxine (Katherine Keener) loves someone else a lot more than she loves him, which is to say, she doesn’t care for him at all. He looks miserable while she floats on and on about how happy she is.