Early to Bed...

Since my Finland trip, I've been going to bed a lot earlier. It might have something to do with an affirmation I've been working on, but certainly, earlier to bed has meant "earlier to rise" as well. Speaking of early to bed…. Zzzzzz

Direct Hit!

Mass hysteria ensues.

All Done!

Vox Hunt: Great Pumpkin

Or what I previously titled "Meet the Gord Family."

Some Local Fall Color

Where's Gracie?

She's there somewhere…

QotD: My First Flight

Do you remember your first flight? Where did you go? Why?
Submitted by Laurel.

I actually don't remember my first airplane flight, because I was very young, but it was apparently to go somewhere in Colorado. The first flight I remember was to visit my mother in Hawaii. I had to fly as an Unattended Minor since I was only 9 or 10. I remember getting a deck of cards and a little set of wings from the airline, who I don't think is around anymore. The service was good too. Damn, those were the days.

Don't know that I'd want my kids flying as UMs these days, though. Too many crazies out there. Not to mention the bad service.

Repeating Myself

I should probably clarify my last post as I think a couple of you might have misunderstood my motivations.

For better or worse, I've made a choice to share at least some of my life with the world. A lot of other people have made that same choice, but I don't expect others to. That being said, I also see no reason to repeat myself. Nor should anyone else.

The nice thing about Vox is that you share as much, or as little, as you want with the outside world.Dad, or anyone else for that matter, doesn't have to make every article they write on Vox public. Furthermore, as people are brought into "friends or family" status, they can be exposed to a new level of information they didn't have before. So as someone close to you joins Vox, you could give them access to your own secret thoughts complete with pictures, words, music, and video with a timeline and some context to hang it all on. It's not just a series of forwarded email, it's a complete stream of consciousness. A snapshot in time, if you will.

He Blogs!

I was happy to see dad finally take advantage of that Vox invite I sent him a while ago. The question is: will he continue?

See, the reason I sent this invite to him because, quite honestly, he's a stranger to me now. I want to get to know him--slowly. And sure, I could have done it privately through email and the like. But I want to do this on my own terms. My terms include blogging. I guess that's something my generation expects. Full public disclosure. Well maybe not full disclosure, but certainly more public disclosure than previous generations did.

The past three years or more of my life have been more or less exposed for the world to see online on various iterations of my blog. I've been on the Internet for much longer than that. Heck, I saw my Usenet posts from nearly 15 years ago show up in Google Groups. The truth about me is out there, if you're willing to look.Anyone can find and read this information, including my dad. I feel it's only fair that I get something like that from him in return. Okay, maybe not three years worth, but certainly more than has shown up so far. And it doesn't even have to be public either. Vox makes it very easy to restrict access to particular items so only friends and/or family can read it. And it can be more than just text as well.

Bring on those posts, pictures, or whatever you want to share, dad. I'll be ready to read them. When you're ready to share, of course.

Scott Adams Gets His Voice Back!

If this isn't a great example of how powerful affirmations can be, I don't know what is.