10 June 2009

i-Mom 2.0

I like that she is open to new technologies and willing to try new things but I worry about the kind of people she is bound to encounter. Let’s face it, there are lots of fucked up people online. Understanding the subtle nuances of text versus personal contact is beyond the abilities of many online veterans. For somebody as new as my mother it will be confusing.

10 comments:

Sasha said...

I love twitter. Many pretty ladies.

Anonymous said...

Miasma? Very funny. To your room young lady!

Anonymous said...

I fall in the gossip category I think. I have found my true love a long time ago (on here, on something ancient called ICQ) so I no longer seek nor flirt. I enjoy a good laugh though and the immediacy of opinion. And relaying a good poem or two... such as this on a new blue style.....

This closed eye.
Godless. Godforsaken.

Bluebird. Dead.
The crushed egg.
Blue bruise.

Blue vein pulsating.
Blue as a blunt blade.
For-get-me-not.

Cracked blue halo.
Blue idiom. Blue embrace.
Feverish blue.

Like midnight, sometimes.
Casual blue.
A gesture of hands.

Mia said...

Today I am a small blue thing
Like a marble or an eye
With my knees against my mouth
I am perfectly round
I am watching you

I am cold against your skin
You are perfectly reflected
I am lost inside your pocket
I am lost against your fingers

I am falling down the stairs
I am skipping on the sidewalk
I am thrown against the sky
I am raining down in pieces
I am scattering like light

Today I am a small blue thing
Made of china, made of glass
I am cool and smooth and curious
I never blink
I am turning in your hand

Anonymous said...

Suzanne Vega... I see a marble. And writ here, a cats eye marble.

MagicAlex said...

I take offence at the comment about messed up people online. I'm going to complain about you on twitter. :)

LadyOnABike said...

I know the '50s and '60s were not like "Happy Days", but at least she grew up white during the civil rights movement. It was a thousand times harder for African Americans.

Mia said...

My mother isn't African or American. There was no civil rights movement where she grew up. I came of age during something very similar.

Hagar said...

She is on twitter now!

Mia said...

I've seen that. Pity.