Little Drummer Boy: Lyrics Katherine K. Davis, Henry Onorati and Harry Simeone, 1958. Come they told me, pa rum pum pum pum |
Sunday, December 23, 2007
I played my drum for Him, I played my best for Him
Sunday, December 16, 2007
...looking at you through the glass...
~STONE SOUR
Per the post directly below...I went a-googling...
http://www.pcworld.com/article/id,140549-c,webservices/article.html
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/21942570/
Per the post directly below...I went a-googling...
http://www.pcworld.com/article/id,140549-c,webservices/article.html
http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/21942570/
Let me be the one who calls you baby all the time ...
~ The Used
OMG! So I was chilling out at home this evening watching movies and e-shopping for shoes (I'm on a hunt for the perfect Manolo shoes to get myself for christmas), when I remembered I had to add movies to my online Blockbuster queue . I signed on to blockbuster, searched for a bit, and came across the movie 'Omega Man' - yeah, the one with Charleston Heston which is a remake of the original 'I Am Legend'. I'd seen the preview at my local Blockbuster and made a mental note of watching it sometime soon. I kinda want to see it before seeing Will Smith's version which I think will be a pretty good movie. Lord knows I haven't been able to say that about ANY movie at all this year. The last movie I thought was good ...V for Vendetta...and that was a while ago. Darn crappy Hollywood.
Anyway, I'd forgotten about the mental note already so when I came across the movie on the site, I got excited and quickly added it to my queue. As soon as I did that, a small window popped up on my PC stating (I'm paraphrasing here) that notice of my selection was being sent to FB and would be sent as a newsfeed to my friends. OMG WHAT??? I wasn't even logged on to FB!!! If this is not an invasion of my privacy then...good God! Well, I was shocked, to say the least.
I've only been on FB for a week or so at this point and I find myself questioning a few things. For one, most of the apps you can add to your profile aren't even created by FB, so just how safe is it to add them?? Does FB monitor the code of ethics of these 3rd party app developers to ensure they do not dump spyware on my PC? Obviously, even without my being logged on to the site, FB's tracking my usage and transmiting it to the Newsfeed section of my and my friends profiles.
Shouldn't I have the choice to opt out of all this tracking? Shouldn't I be the one who decides which of my online non-FB activities are broadcasted to my friends? Shouldn't FB have CLEARLY informed me that it would do this??
I'll call u babe, k? Don't call me.
The wheels...they are a-churning.....
OMG! So I was chilling out at home this evening watching movies and e-shopping for shoes (I'm on a hunt for the perfect Manolo shoes to get myself for christmas), when I remembered I had to add movies to my online Blockbuster queue . I signed on to blockbuster, searched for a bit, and came across the movie 'Omega Man' - yeah, the one with Charleston Heston which is a remake of the original 'I Am Legend'. I'd seen the preview at my local Blockbuster and made a mental note of watching it sometime soon. I kinda want to see it before seeing Will Smith's version which I think will be a pretty good movie. Lord knows I haven't been able to say that about ANY movie at all this year. The last movie I thought was good ...V for Vendetta...and that was a while ago. Darn crappy Hollywood.
Anyway, I'd forgotten about the mental note already so when I came across the movie on the site, I got excited and quickly added it to my queue. As soon as I did that, a small window popped up on my PC stating (I'm paraphrasing here) that notice of my selection was being sent to FB and would be sent as a newsfeed to my friends. OMG WHAT??? I wasn't even logged on to FB!!! If this is not an invasion of my privacy then...good God! Well, I was shocked, to say the least.
I've only been on FB for a week or so at this point and I find myself questioning a few things. For one, most of the apps you can add to your profile aren't even created by FB, so just how safe is it to add them?? Does FB monitor the code of ethics of these 3rd party app developers to ensure they do not dump spyware on my PC? Obviously, even without my being logged on to the site, FB's tracking my usage and transmiting it to the Newsfeed section of my and my friends profiles.
Shouldn't I have the choice to opt out of all this tracking? Shouldn't I be the one who decides which of my online non-FB activities are broadcasted to my friends? Shouldn't FB have CLEARLY informed me that it would do this??
I'll call u babe, k? Don't call me.
The wheels...they are a-churning.....
Saturday, December 15, 2007
I'll never forget you...I'll never let you out of my heart
"I won't see your smile
And I won't hear you
Laugh anymore"
~ Mariah Carey
We hugged...we laughed..we shook hands
We took pictures...we made promises
To keep in touch...to meet again
here, there, anywhere
We said we wouldn't forget...your faces...your smiles
your optimism...despite the odds
your resolve...to break through
with so much keeping you down...holding you back.
Never, I'd never for get
...but I am...I'm forgetting
Not everything but some things
Like you, C Moh, I almost forgot your name...until I took another long look at your picture
and you Az, I almost forgot the enthusiasm in your voice as you shared your dreams with me
Your goals...plans to make it out...and be the hand to reach back in and help others out
out of the dreary pit...the darkness enveloping them.
And you, I remember your face, yet sadly, no longer your name.
I looked forward to seeing you everyday
I looked eagerly around the field, hoping you would be there
sitting quietly, smiling,
I came to help you but God laughed at that notion
Your gentle spirit brought such calm to my soul and you instead, taught me
Yet, I can no longer remember your name.
Will I ever see you again? Has the purpose of our meeting been fulfilled
Has it just begun?
What is to become of this yearning within me...
It is but a quiet yearning and I want to ignore it...
Because this yearning calls me out...out of all I know...my comfort zone
It's leading me where I fear to go...the unknown
But the little I know of my God, He will not be ignored..not by me
and boy, have I tried
This yearning that brings me to my knees
It comes from so deep within the it can only be God
The yearning to ... go
Where? I do not know
Do what? Eludes me
It is bittersweet.
The joy of being called
mixed with the fear of the task itself
I will try not to forget you.
But I promise never to forget what you have taught me
..take your candle, go light your world
There is a candle in every soul
Some brightly burning, some dark and cold
There is a Spirit who brings fire
Ignites a candle and makes His home
Carry your candle, run to the darkness
Seek out the hopeless, confused and torn
Hold out your candle for all to see it
Take your candle, and go light your world
Take your candle, and go light your world
Frustrated brother, see how he's tried to
Light his own candle some other way
See now your sister, she's been robbed and lied to
Still holds a candle without a flame
Carry your candle, run to the darkness
Seek out the lonely, the tired and worn
Hold out your candle for all to see it
Take your candle, and go light your world
Take your candle, and go light your world
We are a family whose hearts are blazing
So let's raise our candles and light up the sky
Praying to our Father, in the name of Jesus
Make us a beacon in darkest times
Carry your candle, run to the darkness
Seek out the helpless, deceived and poor
Hold out your candle for all to see it
Take your candle, and go light your world
Carry your candle, run to the darkness
Seek out the hopeless, confused and torn
Hold out your candle for all to see it
Take your candle, and go light your world
Take your candle, and go light your world
Kathy Troccoli
Some brightly burning, some dark and cold
There is a Spirit who brings fire
Ignites a candle and makes His home
Carry your candle, run to the darkness
Seek out the hopeless, confused and torn
Hold out your candle for all to see it
Take your candle, and go light your world
Take your candle, and go light your world
Frustrated brother, see how he's tried to
Light his own candle some other way
See now your sister, she's been robbed and lied to
Still holds a candle without a flame
Carry your candle, run to the darkness
Seek out the lonely, the tired and worn
Hold out your candle for all to see it
Take your candle, and go light your world
Take your candle, and go light your world
We are a family whose hearts are blazing
So let's raise our candles and light up the sky
Praying to our Father, in the name of Jesus
Make us a beacon in darkest times
Carry your candle, run to the darkness
Seek out the helpless, deceived and poor
Hold out your candle for all to see it
Take your candle, and go light your world
Carry your candle, run to the darkness
Seek out the hopeless, confused and torn
Hold out your candle for all to see it
Take your candle, and go light your world
Take your candle, and go light your world
Kathy Troccoli
Thursday, December 13, 2007
...Take your records, take your freedom, Take your memories, I don't need 'em ...
~ Keith Urban
So I joined FB this week. Hey I'm only a hundred light years behind the curve but I eventually caught up. It's interesting, exciting, fun...but the lack of privacy on there is rather...disturbing. Everyone can see everything you do/say/practically think...all the apps you install, your scores on all games - I certainly wouldn't want anyone knowing if my IQ turned out to be in the double , or scarier, single digits. What if some guy who doesn't know my current relationship status tries to hook up with me by posting as much blatantly on my -oh so public for the world to see- wall? That would be embarrasing to say the least.
Despite my gripes about the obvious privacy issues, it really is a fun site. For someone who's been away from home for 11 years - having left after high school- I've been able to reconnect with numerous folks with whom I've been out of touch for just as long. It's nice to catch up, exchange numbers, IM, make pseudo plans to meet up if we're ever in the neighborhood, reminisce...
But, what is the point of it all...at least in my case? My high school experience was....interesting...different to say the least. Well now, how different was it really from the likes of Clueless, Gossip Girl? Long story short, high school ended with a lot of bad blood. A lot of beef. Immaturity. Stupidity. Ignorance. Unfortunately, I was one of those who made a lot of those mistakes. Made others feel less than...human... for their beliefs...or rather because their beliefs differed from mine. We left highschool grateful that we'd finally be rid of each other. I left hoping I'd never be made to answer for the mistakes I'd made. Never have to face the people I'd hurt. Deeply.
Fast forward 11 years. We meet again on facebook. And while there's the initial euphoria of meeting old friends once again...is that really what we are? Old friends? For me it's gotten akward. Hypocritical almost. What does one do. I'm not that girl anymore...no longer plagued by the group dynamic...the pressure to be perfect and to ridicule those who were not of the same mind. I'm not that girl anymore....am I?
There's a lot of wierdness in our conversation. Cold shouldering. Why are you even on my friends list? Why did you put me on yours? Let's just be civil and ignore each other. It's too late for us to fake any semblance of friendship...or even cordial acquaintanceship. Then why do we try? Just who are we trying to please?
The memories. I try to forget them. Seeing you on facebook brings it all back. For you, the hurt...for me, the shame.
Or am I overreacting...as is not uncommon.
So I joined FB this week. Hey I'm only a hundred light years behind the curve but I eventually caught up. It's interesting, exciting, fun...but the lack of privacy on there is rather...disturbing. Everyone can see everything you do/say/practically think...all the apps you install, your scores on all games - I certainly wouldn't want anyone knowing if my IQ turned out to be in the double , or scarier, single digits. What if some guy who doesn't know my current relationship status tries to hook up with me by posting as much blatantly on my -oh so public for the world to see- wall? That would be embarrasing to say the least.
Despite my gripes about the obvious privacy issues, it really is a fun site. For someone who's been away from home for 11 years - having left after high school- I've been able to reconnect with numerous folks with whom I've been out of touch for just as long. It's nice to catch up, exchange numbers, IM, make pseudo plans to meet up if we're ever in the neighborhood, reminisce...
But, what is the point of it all...at least in my case? My high school experience was....interesting...different to say the least. Well now, how different was it really from the likes of Clueless, Gossip Girl? Long story short, high school ended with a lot of bad blood. A lot of beef. Immaturity. Stupidity. Ignorance. Unfortunately, I was one of those who made a lot of those mistakes. Made others feel less than...human... for their beliefs...or rather because their beliefs differed from mine. We left highschool grateful that we'd finally be rid of each other. I left hoping I'd never be made to answer for the mistakes I'd made. Never have to face the people I'd hurt. Deeply.
Fast forward 11 years. We meet again on facebook. And while there's the initial euphoria of meeting old friends once again...is that really what we are? Old friends? For me it's gotten akward. Hypocritical almost. What does one do. I'm not that girl anymore...no longer plagued by the group dynamic...the pressure to be perfect and to ridicule those who were not of the same mind. I'm not that girl anymore....am I?
There's a lot of wierdness in our conversation. Cold shouldering. Why are you even on my friends list? Why did you put me on yours? Let's just be civil and ignore each other. It's too late for us to fake any semblance of friendship...or even cordial acquaintanceship. Then why do we try? Just who are we trying to please?
The memories. I try to forget them. Seeing you on facebook brings it all back. For you, the hurt...for me, the shame.
Or am I overreacting...as is not uncommon.
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