Tag: Asides

I was looking through my phone today and I decided that I needed to offload some of the pictures to my computer. Below are some of them that I thought were of interest. Continue reading “Images From My Phone”

This post is community in motion.

I think the commenting patterns a lot too. When I left Xanga for my personal space a fraction of the people left to follow me to lazyi.net. Did that bother me? Yes and no. Yes, because I like people to see what I post. But, no because some people really don’t know what they are doing on Xanga and they are better off left there (their random commenting and substance/content lacking posts).

Now, on the upside, I think that Xanga has made it easy to find communities of people, but I think that at times it lacks personality and that is why I left. However, it serves the vast majority of their patrons and they are the M$ of online journals. They don’t even call them blogs. So, really it could be that they are in a category of their own. I am almost hesitant to call them blogs on Xanga because they are hosted by Xanga. But, that is another story left for another time. I am not meaning to slam on Xanga, I was once an active member and I liked it when I used it. Also, there are some great people on there and post some amazing stuff, but I find it very stale at times. I can personally only handle so many similarly looking table layouts w/ different colors.

But, back to the topic. Does it matter that people comment or don’t? Not really. I post because I want to and like to, as people should, and if readers are moved to comment, then they do. I know people read my site and really, if they didn’t I probably would just keep posting anyways. I find this as a connection to my friends and those who happen to just find me online. It is just another facet of who I am. But, I digress.

Comments are nice, they show worth and appreciation to a post. I like to receive them and I am more than willing to comment on posts that move me as opposed to leaving a comment like “Just stopping by”. I am not really for any props style system, just commenting will do for me. But, sometimes I wonder why a post about the same event, with the same details will lead to vastly different comment results (1 comment v 11 comments). Is it the community? The poster? Or is just commenting to comment (which I find offense to)?

I guess I try to pride myself on the content that I post. I don’t have a user group. If I did, there would only be one user in it, me. I really do enjoy the comments that you all leave, I just wonder what it is that causes people to comment. I have my reasons, but what are yours?

I Dunno, just some things to think about I guess.

Note: This is a response/comment to a post made by my friend Kevin Pittman.

I’m sunburned on my shoulders. This is what happens when you let the Sun dance on you too long. I haven’t been burned this bad since the time I fell asleep at Typhoon Lagoon.

This morning started off like any other morning. I got up, cleaned myself up for the day, checked the weather, got myself dressed, grabbed my bag and headed out the door. As with each day I leave, I listen to music on my iPod while I make my 20 minute trek to campus.

Standing in front of the elevator doors at the complex where I live I powered up my iPod and then began to select the CD that I would listen to on my way to work. It was no longer than the time it was to select the album and put it back in my bag that it had turned off. So, I checked to see if I bumped it off by accident when I was putting it away. When I tried to turn it back on, the only thing that showed up on the screen was a battery indicator that was telling me that I was out of power and that it would be a silent morning.

Great. No music and I had no choice to go back up to get the power cable to charge it while I was at work. I was going to be late if I went back up (I usually show up like 30 seconds before I open), so that was not a choice. Instead I put my headphones back in my pocket and walked to work listening to the hustle and commotion of everyday traffic on the University Bridge.

I am conscious that those sounds I heard today exist, but I prefer to enter into my own little world and just go about my own business for this 20 minute walk. Today, that was not the case. Everywhere I walked it seemed to take longer, the day just seemed to drag on and I attribute it to the lack of music in my day.

Rarely there is a moment when it is quiet in my place and I prefer background sounds as opposed to complete silence. So, now I am sitting here at work and wondering if it will seem like the 20 minutes it takes me to walk home will last longer that I think it actually does.

For the past week or so I have been contemplating on whether or not I should get a new wallet. The one I currently have was a gift back in high school and it has more than treated me well. There is no need that necessitates this desire, I just felt like I wanted to get something new. But, the idea of spending money on something that holds my money just struck me as odd and mildly deterred me. However, this was not why I ended up forgoing the purchase of the new wallet. I just realized that I could put my U-Pass in the clear ID holder on the left side of my wallet and just show that to the Metro driver instead of taking it out every-damn-time I ride the bus. Only took me three years to figure that one out.