Thursday, December 17, 2009

In the spirit of all the winter holidays...

Social networking lets us spend a ridiculous amount of time talking about the funny tricks our pets do or the shiny new MacGuffins that our lives revolve around.

Facebook, Twitter, blogging are all fun but these forums can grow into highly impersonal communications among friends and family. Therefore, I'm posing a challenge to everyone.

Go through your lists of friends, followers, buddies, etc. and send as many people as you can a quick personal greeting during the winter holidays that addresses them individually by name.

Don't tell yourself "I'll talk to that person some other time." Don't do that.

I'd like everyone to try going beyond the mass emails and the status updates. You don't have to write each person a 10-page letter demanding the $8.23 they borrowed in 1997 or reveal that you were really the one who broke Great Aunt Millie's chafing-dish. Just say something that takes a few moments of thought.

Doesn't matter if you tie it to a particular holiday or not, just send your greetings out by New Year's Eve.

I just think we all need a little more personal boosting this year and it starts by making good on these virtual connections we keep. Let's all start 2010 with more cheer in our day.

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Flame and Bone

When I was made from fire
Poured into the tender vessel of caution
That keeps my smoke from rising
Quickly did I discover that apart from crisp drizzles or falling snow
The world chilled my touched
Walking the narrow cornered gap between girders and cut stone
One learns to tuck his shoulders in or risk
Jostling a neighbor passing by rapt with want
For a clear path without the distraction
Of another man's boiling eyes
The tip of a finger
That oldest of all weapons
Grown deadlier and pristine in its invention
Gathers a mote of a cinder on its bare flesh
And turns pondering how best to scratch the impious itch
Prying open the tender seam
Where the oil of thought dews
Offering a new wick to ignite
Squirming alive as a salamander of mischief
That yearns for a taste of air it is so ready to devour
The steam of breath betrays me
Before the glint of orange spreads
In popping bright waves
Eroding the fibers feeding it
Leaving naught but ash
As my shell of quietude falls away