GChat: MC Hamster, Friend, Author

me:  tired
i enjoy blogging
 Mary:  send me your blog!
 me:  maurna.com
 Sent at 17:46 on Thursday
 Mary:  wait.. you’re not on facebok anymore?
when did that happen?
 me:  i dont know
3 weeks ago
for all of the people who said I post too much, no one noticed when I left
like 2 people noticed
 Mary:  well… i never see anyone’s updates
FB feed sucks
 me:  mine was bad
it was my link to the outside world
but it was a depressing portal
I never missed it
and my socio-graph in my head is normal now
all of the people in your feed who aren’t in your life suddenly recede into the corners of your memory
 Mary:  that’s a good point
 me:  its an experiemnt
I dont blog about it because its so wholly unimportant to me
there wasnt a withdrawal
that being said
I’m very active on G+
Alert Sergie Brin!
he has a user that is not guy kawasaki or a company!
or a cat lover — dear God. The memes on G+ should be banned
 Mary:  i have noticed that
i occasionlly post… but it’s rare
 me:  I dont mind playing to an audience of one
the old narcissist advantage
I mean
who has a custom domain with their first name?
me an Oprah
and jefflewis
 Sent at 17:53 on Thursday
 Mary:  i love it
great outlet, too… for your ideas/thoughts
 Sent at 17:54 on Thursday
 me:  do yo uthink it could be a professional liability?
Obviously it’s a social liability
 Sent at 17:56 on Thursday
 Mary:  it could be
at the same time, you’ve found other wasy to communicate that work for you
 me:  like what?
 Mary:  the fact that you created a blog…. you’ve started your own company. that should speak for itself.
who cares if you use facebook?
 me:  I was asking if the blog could be a liability
I dont care if facebook is
I think its cognitive poison
 Mary:  i was referring to the blog.. which addresses your rejection of some of these things
 me:  oh
so – bottom line?
 Mary:  i woudln’t worry about it.
you are you
 me:  it’s true
I can’t escape myself
 Mary:  you want to work for a company that appreciates that part of you
so… if they don’t like what they see, so bet it
 me:  okay

COMPUTER WORLD: “The Smartphone Utopia Trap”

COMPUTER WORLD: “The Smartphone Utopia Trap”

I saw this article on G+ about how people are constantly buzzing about the “next” smartphone and are so excited when they get a new one. (Like how I feel about my flip!) 

The author talks about how cuckoo this is and then explains that he switched to a $600 a year PREPAID PLAN LIKE ME. Except mine is $360. Yes I’m sure he has a decent device and data but even still — a consumer tech writer is doing the same thing as me. 


Alarm Clock = 6am local birds chirping

This is day four of waking up naturally to the sound of birds outside my window. I never heard them before this week. In the past, my IPhone alarm would wake me up at 630 and I’d use the snooze button until around 6:48. Because I tend to ignore issues or work around them, I do not have an electronic device for waking myself for work. So I guess my body is cooperating with my laziness by sleeping lighter and being more sensitive to morning sounds. I’m pretty sure lighter sleep means more REM which means I’m getting better sleep.

Let the vacation continue!

GChat: Brother-in-law Leonard (Southerner)

 me:  which phone do you have and hos much do you pay?
 Sent at 11:32 on Tuesday
 Leonard:  Hi Minx.  i have to run to lunch but this is the phone
it runs on verizon’s network, so great coverage
 Sent at 11:52 on Tuesday
 Leonard:  It is $30/mo for 1000 min 1000 txt.  I just stepped up to unlimited which is $45/mo (unlimited text and unlimited SLOW data)
great thing is that it is a flat $30. No taxes or BS regulatory fees or anything.
 me:  YES!
 Leonard:  any of the stragiht talk phones ending in “C” are CDMA phones, which is verizon’s network, and get really good coverage
ok – gotta run for a noon appt
 me:  thanks!
 Sent at 11:55 on Tuesday
 Leonard:  what did you think of that phone option?
 Sent at 16:31 on Tuesday
 me:  the link was dead
but i like it!
it died i shoudl say
 Leonard:  oh, straight talk samsung 380C
 me:  weird i know
 Leonard:  ok
 me:  want to grab a drink after work thursday?
I can get you parking 
I have to be in venice by 8
but im done at 330
 Leonard:  I might be able to – I was trying to think of a day.
 me:  jane can probably join us
 Leonard:  I am supposed to be in San Clemente on Thurs
if I can make it back up by what time?
I have to come back up anyway
 me:  youre going to want to leave by 245
to avoid slaughter
 Leonard:  Yes, that can be brutal. I will try to leave at 1pm and maybe I can work from a starbucks or something till we meet up
 me:  nice
coordinate by email
 Leonard:  ok, will do
 me:  im in no hurry to get a phone… 
 Sent at 16:35 on Tuesday
 Leonard:  u could get a pager
 me:  (!)
 Leonard:  if u are really worried about emergencies
 me:  what about vmail
 Leonard:  plus, it would be pretty baller
 me:  so BALLER
send me a hotlink
 Leonard:  when early 90s rap songs espouse the virtue of an exploding pager, you will sing the loudest
 me:  I might buy right now!
 Leonard:  hotlink to a pager?
 me:  yes
I mean
are they even supported
 Leonard:  oh yea, docs still use them
 me:  I think real drug dealers use them now
 Leonard:  yea
 me:  and minky’s
 Leonard:  thats right

Trying Not to Judge Myself

So I get home from work and I have a chest cold that is intense. We’re talking room-shaking coughs that leave me tired and heady. So it’s a gorgeous spring day and instead of walking (can’t run with this cold) or maybe going grocery shopping, I settle into my couch and see who’s on gchat (my new lifeline) and check the two non-time sensitive emails that have arrived. One is bad news that a material I had hoped to use in my product I’m developing is too expensive (damn) and the other is basically spam.

It’s suddenly 6:30pm and my east-facing room is darkening. I make myself a little snack of triple cream cheese and water crackers and pour myself a nice little glass of wine from the bottle my roommate generously opened the night before. I’m trying to enjoy clips from Beverly Hills Housewives but the damn thing keeps switching to Atlanta Housewives and I’m wondering if I’m subconsciously racist and then I remind myself that I also don’t like New Jersey Housewives and feel better. I got sick of flipping back to BH and you know what, I like Nene. I like her style, I like what she has to say, and you know what else, Phaedra is CRAZY.

Clearly, not my proudest moment. Avoiding taxes and my AMEX statement, I pour myself another glass and make a nice little dinner of almond milk and granola. Back in my couch dent, I gchat my friend Lizzie, grab a drink? She’s out with her guy. I send out another invite to crickets. I settle deeper into the microfiber and down. What to do?

I create an online dating profile of course! I’m not sure what sort of situation that sparks most peoples’ drive to do this but I guess for me it’s buzzed at home on a Monday night in a dark room. Anyway, the profile creation has lead to several things. 1. Lots of emails that are now going directly to Bin. (this isn’t me being cool. I literally had like 30 in a couple of hours and couldn’t figure out how to send them to their own folder.) 2. The realization that I meet a lot of great guys in real life and need to alter my interior self to frigging connect with one of them. 3. That the aging process is real and 40 isn’t just a number! 4. And for the worse or better, this is what my personality assessment said:

“You are rather cautious about letting people know what you really think and believe; even your closest friends find it hard to know what your deepest feelings are. You keep your inner world to yourself. If you have weaknesses, they are YOUR weaknesses and you feel little need to let others in on them. If you have unpopular or unconventional beliefs, they are YOUR beliefs and you seldom feel a need to put them into the conversation.

To be sure, you’re not a closed book. You’ll talk about a lot of things you think and believe, and you’ll share personal details and opinions about a wide variety of subjects. But these are mostly the safe stuff, which don’t involve painful experiences or deep opinions or personal details that could potentially cause embarrassment later on. You can be quite candid on a more casual level. But when it comes to information you consider deeper and more personal, you generally like to keep it to yourself.

It’s safer this way. You learned somewhere – either from painful experience or intuition, or perhaps both – that being open can be a hard experience. Someone may think less of you, or criticize you, or some other unnecessary difficulty may result. So you don’t open up too often. What’s wrong with making it hard to be hurt?

Nothing. Who wants to be hurt? But if you’re hard to hurt you may also be hard to know. You know how to be kind, to lend your hand when someone is in need or share what you have when someone is in need. But that’s about sharing THINGS; it’s not about sharing yourself. Our question for you is about relationships; open and honest friendships. Does your style of keeping your emotional cards close to the chest, so to speak, make it difficult for you to experience the full range of intimacy? Intimacy is an experience inside us; it’s about being known, honestly and completely, and still being loved. So in protecting yourself from being hurt is it possible you’re also keeping yourself from being known and, to some extent, being loved?”

Oh, God. I miss facebooking and texting.