Now the question is: do you sneak to bed at 5 a.m. to avoid facing those who will ask you the question (in an accusing tone) “Have you been up all night!?” – sneak without waking them, no noise, not even bothering to brush your teeth, maybe you can just get under the covers still in your clothes like the wolf decked out like the grandmother, hiding, pretending…
or do you non-chalantly, yea even proudly, declare “Oh yeah, I’ve spent time on facebook and my new blog, um how much? well, lots, hours, lots of hours, OKAY ALL NIGHT!”
Not much to show for it, but Was It Worth It? Well, let me put it this way: Today when I tried to explain to my twelve year old daughter what ‘vital’ meant, in terms of ‘the doctor checking your vital signs’, and before I could even make my point about the new urban usage being checking email, sms, facebook, etc., she said, “Let’s see, okay, friends, computer, television, phone…”
So yes, it is VITAL in that sense to finally put some sort of set of links together with my name and toss them up in the ethernet, innernet, the new town square where everyone must be hanging out when the streets in a good sized city in northern Europe are relatively empty on a summery Saturday evening.
Hello.
Oh yeah, I’m already on facebook with photos, a few poems, a few book reviews; and now here with some thoughts. And some fine day, probably in this decade, I’ll put writings, photos, thoughts and miscellaneous together. Yup, me own webpage.
It will have a link to this.
Good night then, or good morning. These days it’s all the same from my study window.
A selfish poet
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