Ch-ch-ch-ch-Changes

A few weeks ago I wrote a post about a day back in circa 1988, when I was stranded in a small beach town, with a 10 digit phone number written on a piece of paper, that wasn't getting through to anyone because the phone it was ringing was "out of range." Back then, after the...

I say, you say, weren’t you listening?

One summer, when I was 18, and feeling awfully adult, I took a train, and then a bus, to a small beach town where a friend of mine was staying with her family, expecting that, as we'd arranged, she would meet me when I got off the bus in town. Pic: Some Space To Breathe To...

And I’m sorry, but I’m not home

So, this post is about the slightly weird synchronicity that happened  when I was "researching" for my previous post (by research I mean, Googling the lyrics to "Hello, this is Joanie") There are a lot of handy Lyrics websites out there, but this time I googled the song and happened to select a personal website...

Hello, this is Joanie

A while ago I wrote a post about some songs I would be happy to never hear again. That was because those songs really encapsulated, for me, all that was negative in my childhood and teenage years growing up in a small country town. Today I was reminded of 2 other songs that I was...

The Google Bot and the Wiki Troll…a modern fairytale

Sometimes it only takes a little comment to stimulate an idea that tantalises me with its possibilities for silliness! Thank you to Fish of Gold for mentioning a wiki troll in your comment on the previous post! With my shocking lack of technological savvy, I don't recall hearing this term before, but I like it! I enjoy...

Ahoy there matey! How to text like a pirate. Or is it a poet?

So, those cultural theorist types write entire books about how our access to so much knowledge via the internet, and our ability to communicate instantly with one another via email and texting, does not necessarily  increase the quality of our knowledge OR our communications. Apparently it's more likely that we all just communicate in a...

Looking Inside My Own Eyeball

Last week I saw inside my own eyeball. What I saw was... veins.  No, I wasn't high (although my pupils were dilated, it was with special drops the optometrist put in for that purpose). Nor was I the guinea pig in some kind of futuristic science experiment that involved removal of the subject's eyeball for...