TO TWEET OR NOT TO TWEET? IS THAT A QUESTION?

I have a serious confession to make. I have a Facebook account. Have for some time now. Much to my youngest daughter’s chagrin, I might add. I can’t remember when it started, but it was an effort to connect with potential buyers of my novel. Now it seems that I am part of this swiftly growing band of Baby Boomers who are taking to the social media sites in droves.


One source indicates that nearly half of us in this cultural demographic born between 1946 and 1964 are “members” of some sort of social network. Facebook seems to be the “drug of choice”, with Twitter and Linkedin following in hot pursuit. I’ve been invited to Linkedin several times, why I don’t know. I have been known to mispronounce the title as “Link-a-DIN”. It’s supposed to be “Linked-IN”, as in “connected”, right? It seems to me that someone who can’t even say the name correctly has absolutely no business belonging, so no “linking-in” for me.

I do get a kick out of how this phenomenon of uber-connectedness has changed the English language. Words that traditionally were nouns are now verbs. We “Tweet”, text, and email each other to the point of possible injury. Maybe this all started with the use of the word “impacted” as a verb. I always associated this term with a lower digestive ailment. But, as usual, I digress.

The Boomer set has embraced this media-madness by also diving into the Twitter arena. It’s been reported that teens are more the texter types, with “tweeting” going to the generation just below us. One recent article questioned whether Boomer’s joining up in record numbers might kill off these methods of communication. I say, no way. Since there are so many of us, it can only enhance the opportunity for marketers, and thus drive dollars to these sites. But my daughter did tell me, back in my early Facebook days, that I was absolutely not to “friend” her. (There’s that noun-verb confusion again.) Which I respected. Heck, I welcomed it. I really didn’t want to see all her business. Sometimes in this game of parenting, it’s best not to know too much about l what your kid is up to. And I’m not a prolific poster, feeling that no one truly cares that I just made myself this great egg sandwich with swiss cheese on a lightly toasted wheat bagel. I usually just “stalk” other peoples comments, (‘stalk’ being used here in a benign, non-creepy context), and make an occasional smarty-pants observation. Speaking of creepy, some of the stuff people put out there does NOT need to be shared with all the known world!

So it really should come as no surprise that Boomers are jumping on this technology wagon. We were after all the first to learn to program a VCR, embrace the garage door opener, and originally fund the technology of our offspring’s cell phone/laptop/ipod lifestyle. So don’t be too hard on us.

We just like to be seen as still relevant.

NO SUCH THING AS HEAVEN?

NO SUCH THING AS HEAVEN? SO SAYS FAMOUS PHYSICIST STEVEN HAWKING.  HE GOES ON TO SAY THAT NOTION IS A FAIRY TALE FOR PEOPLE AFRAID OF THE DARK.  WELL, DR. HAWKING, IN SPITE OF YOUR ENORMOUS BRAIN POWER, I SAY YOU GOT THIS ONE ALL WRONG, PAL.

NOW, I DON’T KNOW IF HEAVEN’S UP IN THE CLOUDS, OR A GLORIOUS STATE OF MIND, OR IF WE REALLY CAN HANG WITH THE ANGELS WHEN WE SHUFFLE OFF THIS MORTAL COIL.  BUT I’M PRETTY SURE THAT INEVITABLE DIRT NAP ISN’T THE END OF US FOR GOOD.

TO FOLLOW HAWKING’S WAY OF THINKING, WHY NOT EVERYBODY JUST DO WHAT THEY WANT, ROB BANKS, LIE TO THEIR MOM’S, STEAL LITTLE KIDS CANDY AND OTHERWISE VIOLATE ALL THEM OTHER COMMANDMENTS WHENEVER THEY FEEL LIKE IT?  IF THERE’S NO HEAVEN, THERE’S NO REASON TO BE GOOD, IS THERE?

I SAY THIS IS KIND OF REASONING IS WRONG, WRONG, WRONG.  HUMANS ARE THE ONLY BEINGS ON THIS EARTH THAT HAVE A CONSCIENCE.  WE ALSO MUST HAVE A GOAL TO STRIVE FOR.  WE FOLLOW THAT CONSCIENCE TO REACH THAT GOAL. AND THAT GOAL, DEAR SIR, IS HEAVEN. 

I’M NOT AFRAID OF THE DARK, DR. HAWKING, BUT I AM AFRAID OF THAT OTHER PLACE WHERE BAD FOLKS GO.  AND I HOPE THAT ONE DAY YOU WILL USE THAT INTELLECT GOD GAVE YOU TO COME TO YOUR SENSES.  

(FROM 'I'M JUST SAYIN' " COMMENTARY, NEWSCHANNEL 5, KSDK, ST. LOUIS, JUNE 1, 2011)

BACK IN THE (BLOG) SADDLE AGAIN

So wow, it's been a while since I hit this site. I have been busy, believe it or not, with retirement activities. Got into some subbing at a local school, did tutoring for kids out of school for various reasons. Got hooked up with a talent agency, with head shots and a resume and auditions. Kind of a shot in the dark, to see if anyone wants a bald guy with wrinkles and a crooked smile for any print stuff out there, or commercials. Had a few auditions, but nothing yet. All it takes is one, they say, and they also say that every "no" is that much closer to that "yes". It's been fun and a learning experience, so far, if not profitable.
Also have gotten on TV with a commentary segment on a local NBC affiliate. The segment is called "I'M JUST SAYIN'", and can be seen at http://www.ksdk.com/. Scroll all the way down and I have just put on the air about Steven Hawking saying there is no heaven. I will post it here as well. Now THAT has really been fun, and even pays a few bucks, enough for a couple rounds of golf, to which I continue to be addicted.
Jill and I have decided they will be carrying us out of this house, what with the market being so depressed, and where would we go anyway. So we have finished the basement, which turned out AWSM, as they say in tweet-land, and are getting the outside painted grey with white trim, what we wanted to do 19 years ago, except our kids cried that they would live in a "depressing house." So much for those brats who have all grown up and moved out and started their own gangs... Funny that our youngest, Joanie, 2o, said the exact same thing. Then again, she's been at Mizzou for two years and plans to be out of the house as soon as she can anyway, so I think we've learned our lesson.
ANYWAY, I am back at this, will post my columns from the Suburban Journals of St.Louis, and maybe even get into some videos. Once I find my way around youtube. And if I get a flipcam.
Back at ya'....
Tom