Social Networking

Silly me, thinking being on a social networking site would be a great idea to keep in close touch with my grand children. Maybe not! The older ones put things on there that I really do not care to know, lest alone there language. They post to much information for this grandmother. I don't care to know there every move, where they are, what they ate. The conversations with there friends are at times another "language", that I am not familiar with, not abbreviated or computer chat, just there own "code" i suppose. I guess I can only be thankful that my friends are not there friends or I would have to "UN-friend them.

Just Thinking

I am not an object, and there for who am I? Simply, I Am. Thinking starts with knowledge, It is the understanding of what you think about. The human thinking processes are sophisticated and error prone. Humans don't think about the world, they think about there representations of the world.

It Still Exists

Today reminded me of an older friend that has since passed. She was black, a doctor at UCLA. In the days of segregation, she could not go into certain restaurants with her colleagues due to her race. They would all leave with a few choice words left behind. She never said a word, telling me she was use to it. With all of her education and what should have been prestige, only her family and colleagues could appreciate it. The curious person that I am began to ask many questions. She would answer as i would feel my heart sink at the answers she gave. She never said she was bitter, just talked in a matter of fact way. If we were out shopping especially in a high end store, I was asked to be waited on, she wouldn't. She was the one set out to buy those expensive things, and did, not hesitating as she went about picking them out. As she went to pay a look of astonishment came across the sales persons face. I was beside myself with fury, she just took it in stride. I at one time expressed my dislike in shall we say UN-lady like way. She told me quietly, no need for you to get so upset, "it happens". I have never been a prejudice person and do not understand what the color of ones skin has to do with the person themselves. Even after all the years and Martin Luther King's accomplishments, it still exists. I see it more often than it should be. Although it gets better as the years pass, "It still exists"!

The mind is its own place, and of its self, can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven

The quiet of snow falling,

like feathers floating, the crisp air, the beauty, I call this, "BLISS"

One Day

As one year goes and another begins, there is no visible change If not for a calender it would go unnoticed The earth still rotating not caring what the year Folks have hope for better times No miracles from one day that says 2010 to another that says 2011 Resolution's are made Prayers are prayed willing the future to leave them unscathed