The Nations Moral Dilemma

Here I go, getting into the nation's problems... I promise, I don't mean to be all that serious but this is weighing on my thoughts lately.

Terri Schiavo. Yep. I'm going to weigh in. But not on the moral issue of whether her feeding tube should be in or not. Not on the medical issue of if it does for 15 more years will she recover. No, instead I want to look at the circus that this issue has become. What I feel is a family issue (meaning personal and to be kept within family members and close friends, not the entirety of a religion and all the neighbors as well as congress, the federal and state court system, etc, etc, etc...) is being posted all over the media. I don't like being seen before I've showered in the morning, but every morning on the news I see the same pictures of Terri Schiavo where they compare a photo of her before the mishap and that video of her watching someone wave a balloon in front of her. But you know what, I'll leave all that alone too.

Instead, I want to create some thinking of the other people this event is affecting. Yep, I said it; more people are affected than Terri's husband, mother, father, and brother. First what about everyone else who has loved ones at the hospice she is being cared for at? They have to wait until security allows them in past the crowds of protesters and media. What about those people at the hospice whose family choose to visit less to avoid the hassle of getting in. Also, I read an article about a grade school that is located near the hospice. They have moved classes elsewhere as it is difficult for the parents and school busses to get around the protesters lining the streets.

So to sum up, many people who are not involved in this issue and possibly do not want to be involved have been disrupted so that this family can host their disagreements in a public forum.

Can you really post on a blog every day?

People do. It seems like writing in your diary (or "journal" if you are worried about the 12 year old girl stigmatism). Do I have things happening every day that I can write about? Yes. That I want on the internet? Maybe. Or, maybe not. I could write about my job, my hobbies, and so on... make this a log of my life. But if I do that, the log just may it would float down the river . Not too interesting. And then just maybe I don't want to share.

Instead of making a log, I like posting random musings on everyday things... like my thoughts on people who use cell phones while driving or while walking through the grocery store. Also, my thoughts on those hands free headset/ earpieces. Some people look like a telephone operator or a pilot with their huge headset and microphone. Others have the little ear bud and wire... Simpler, but are they talking on the phone or to themselves? It's hard to tell.

Wow. Apparently I could do a whole posting on that topic. Maybe I worry too much, but what if I talk about lemonade flavored Gatorade versus lemon flavored XS Sport Drink? I thought about it because of a blog I read (http://enormouz.blogspot.com). But if I say the wrong thing will I upset the author of that blog? (probably not, he's not easily offended... go ahead, read his blog, really, even comment if the mood strikes you)

This (although a long post) leads back to my previous post about blogs in general. What are the social rules of them? If you know, please inform me if I'm breaking them. If there aren't any, maybe we should write some.

The wonders of a simple blog

Talking with my mother last night, we began discussing blogs. What makes a blog interesting to read? You read about the popular ones in the paper. One woman was asked to turn her life story (which she kept torrid details in) into a book. A man has begun a blog to post people's secrets on. What makes these interesting to us as humans? My first reaction is sensationalism. We love to voyer into other peoples lives (I'm not any better, I love to read the secrets at postsecret.blogspot.com). I wonder, though, if it is that at all. Or are we all just happier knowing that we are not the only one. Happier sharing in someone elses experiences because we realize that the image portrayed on the television or in the magazines, although not like us, is not like everyone else. Instead, we are like everyone else. We have lives that we live. We have friends, enemies, relationships that sometimes go sour. We just need to be reminded that we are all right, really.

The color Green?

March 17 comes as every day of the year does... Except this day is given the color green. Green for the color of Shamrocks, and green for the spring to come. Green for Ireland, and for a ton of other symbolic things that I really know little about. I have never done much celebrating of this holiday, and I have done even less research.

So short and sweet is my happy holiday post. It's St. Patrick's Day... A Catholic holiday or a time to drink green beer. However you choose to celebrate, enjoy. (and if you choose the green beer, have an extra pint for me!)

It only takes one person. . .

Often we hear that it only takes one person -- one vote -- one voice -- to make a difference. I like this thought. My opinion does count, as long as I believe it does and I use my voice to make it heard. My vote counts in every election (well maybe not these last two presidential ones, but that's not the topic today).

However, that one person can do a pretty good job of screwing things up as well. Not in the voting or vocalizing arena. One person can create such a negative image that it is pretty much irreversable. One mistake can cause a lot of harm.

Think about that. Both sides of the argument. One person can make a difference -- positively or negatively. I will. Expecially before I do something that may have an effect on other people.

Just my thought for today, and yes there is a long story behind it. If you really need to know, ask me and I might just share it.