Monthly Archives: March 2012

My Laptop has become my TV, and my phone my computer.

Is it wrong to smoke a tiny bowl while watching Intervention?

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As I sit here and watch some tv shows of the past on my laptop, I steadily check my emails, FaceBook, and other internet needs.  As I sit here, texting away at emails, writings and friendly coversations, I have realized that I am typing at about half the speed of my normal WPM on the laptop.

Really?  If only I dedicated that time to learn – oh, I don’t know…any other skillset?  I had a bass guitar for 8 years, and could barely play a song.  I have had an old clarinet (something I actually used to know how to actually play pretty well), sitting in storage for about a year, and so many other little hobbies and plans that seemed to fade away into the distance, but I can text like a MoFo.

I guess I can see why it has taken me so long to start developing my interest in writing.

I can just imagine writing a school paper on my phone. Even that is archaic, though.

I need to get a tablet.

It is quite amazing how we can pick up the most intrinsic social and cultural trends without continuing some of the most structurally important traditional roots that we have.  I don’t think more connected makes us more connective.

If You’re Using a Pen Name, Research.

I believe in the importance of setting realistic goals, and in the process of trying to bring a singular goal into fruition, that goal of “realistic” started becoming a little blurred.

My personal challenge (and detriment, if you want to be so callous as to call out my failure before I even try) is breaking open my introverted shell.  In “real” life, it takes a good month or five for me to be comfortable enough to even tell you my middle name.  That’s no exaggeration.  I have best friends that only know the initial.  Discussing personal feelings and perspectives deeper than the weather takes time and trust that can either instantaneously burst with a bonding moment over tequila, or a force of coercion…neither of which end well.  On the natural basis, it literally takes 2 months before I feel I’ve reached my comfort zone with anyone to cross over that line of personable/personal.

Which is why I have chosen a pen name for my relatively-anonymous blogging, so I can persuade that depth to enter into the craft I’m trying to groom.

So, as I peruse all of my online personas and handles, trying to figure out which of these would be most fitting and would still ensure the cloak of anonymity, I realize that none of them will work.  A new one must be created.  So I choose between names that mean something and nothing and come up with Ann Alexander.

Common enough, perhaps familiar enough, but also an arm’s length of where I am.

Until that day I decide to google the name and learn that my pen is the name of a ship that was taken down in the 1800’s by a sperm whale.

That’s okay, though.  I’m keeping my baby.