Where you been Roonie?


I am not a daily blogger. I'm not even a weekly blogger. I am a purpose driven blogger, and for the last three weeks, the only purpose in my life has been an extremely ambitious project chronicling homelessness in the community I write for.
It has turned out to be a much bigger project than I anticipated, though I should've known the topic would not, could not, be wrapped up all tidy like in a couple of stories.
It has consumed me. I stopped eating right, grooming right, looking right, acting right. I spent more time in the homeless shelter than in the arms of Quack and when I was in the arms of Quack I probably was too foul smelling and acting for there to be much more closeness.

So my apologies for the lack of Rooing.

However, today is a new day. The copy is in (all 350 inches of it!) and the editor just sent me a note that said "excellent series." It will run at the end of the week, over the course of three days, and I will set up a link when that day arrives.

Until then, I've been keeping a list of bloggable bits and I will soon get on with it.

Why I'm uncomfortable in "My Space"

I'm just learning how to get down on this Myspace gig. I'm not entirely sure how all the functions work.
For example, if I send someone a message, is that gonna go up on their page for all to see? Also, is there a private way to send my email address to someone? I guess I prefer to communicate "the good old fashioned way" - email.
I get a little nervous when I get a new message b/c you never really know who it's gonna be from... is it an ex-boy friend? is it your best friend? Or worse, do you even remember who this person is?
I have run into this last problem a number of times... either I have a shitty memory, or a lot of people know me without me knowing them.
On the flip side, there is the possibility of receiving a message from a long-loster who you truly love and miss horribly! The pain of opening a "friend request" which contains a message and picture of someone you never get to see can be bittersweet and heart wrenching. I liked the numbness of my out-of-sight, out-of-mind lifestyle before all this connecting crap!
Once you make these connections, you have to be real with yourself about all the friendships you are neglecting. I guess MS is a tool with which to bridge the gap, but the truth is, we all just snoop around each other's pages, get an idea for how we think the friend is doing, and maybe leave a little note.
I guess these observations are just part of the cyber-settling MS requires....