Mark's Views, Perhaps — from behind my eyeballs
Benign — “good, kindly, benignant, benevolent, tender, humane, gentle, compassionate.”
Someone tell me how neglecting the child(ren) in my care can be described accurately as benign. 😯
I know, I know — we can refer to it as benign in the sense that it is “not malignant.” But still, how is it not a malignant thing to neglect my children? Read it all
My road.
Phone in hand.
Also their lives.
And mine. And mine. (No, I’m not repeating myself; that’s an optical “illusion.”) Read it all
Or on the sidewalk.
Or in Walmart.
I hope I get pulled over for illegal cell phone usage; then I can tell the officer what I was really doing. Maybe plant a seed.
[…]
My son who lives in the heart of Philly says it’s no good now with everybody packing a cell phone and moving their lips as they walk down the street alone: “You can’t tell who the crazies are anymore.” Personally, I find the whole development liberating. I can talk to God all I want while cruising down Easton Road and nobody cares anymore. Between the tweeters and drunkards and prayers, it’s hard to tell who is crazy.
I like that!
And if you are a Christian, you really ought to read the rest of Andrée Seu’s piece at World Magazine Blog.
Most people get away with driving and texting.
Those who don’t, can’t see this:
Now, please use the sharing links below to tell others about this post and this video documentary from AT&T. Thanks.
And thanks to AT&T and those featured above.
No. I. Am. Not. Connecting. Them.
So if you came here hoping to read the conspiratorial concoctions of some unhinged kook, go away.
😯
No! No! No! Please stay. Read this. Read more. Bookmark. Subscribe. Comment. Facebook it. Tweet away. Trackback. Ping. Email. Go viral.
Introductions aside, this post archives some current event reflections.
This post was simply going to be a verse fragment from one of the verses read by our bishop during his message yesterday morning. But I couldn’t find it in the passage I thought it was in! 🙁
Thanks to Facebook, I remembered to turn on my cellphone this morning.
I decided I better fill out Census 2010. So I opened the envelope I got a week or so ago. Thankfully, before I put pen to paper, I read this: “This Census must count every person living in the United States on April 1, 2010.” So I stuck the census back in the envelope and tossed it on a pile.
I got a phone call from someone I respect highly. Would I like to start a new business? I wouldn’t have to worry about the financing. Just the marketing. Selling casket kits.
Good day?!
Late this morning, our youngest-but-already-fifteen son Andrew and I went on a one-hour hike. Just here on our home place.
If you follow me on Twitter, then you already read this:
| Sitting in sun on tree root by tiny babbling waterfall in little creek in back 40. Peaceful! |
I posted that to Twitter from my cellphone at 10:52 this morning. (For a practically-fifty-year-old, that’s pretty amazing stuff even yet!)
Anyway, this is where I was when I Twittered that:
Sitting there in the warm sunshine listening to the babbling waterfall was therapeutic, relaxing, and conducive to thinking thoughts.
Then I looked to my right and my thoughts became less meditative and more contemplative. “If he becomes territorial and aggressive, how long will this little creek delay him?”
After eyeballing me a couple of times, he ignored me in favor of keeping his attention focused on the grass.
So I turned my attention upward:
Then zoomed in on the left-most branches:
A very nice place to be. Oh, hey, I just remembered I have an aerial shot:
The tree I sat under is in the tree line to the right of the five-sided field at the right edge of the photo. 🙂
Please, please!
Cell phone or email or blog or Facebook or MySpace or Twitter or whatever: Beware the Send Button!
The link will take you to the tragic story about Jessica Logan, who took a non-clothes cell photo of herself and sent it to her boyfriend. In a terrible cascade of forwards and resends, hundreds (if not thousands) of people received it. And Jessica was verbally pummeled face-to-face as well as via phone, text, email, Facebook, MySpace, and who knows what other medium.
Things like this make me mad. And sad.
Our technology allows us to do so much dumb (and worse) stuff on a whim. And regret later.
She did something very foolish in taking that photo of herself. She compounded her error by texting that photo to someone else. At that point, a character flaw or a bad attitude or a wrongly-entered recipient or a wrong key pressed or another foolish choice — and the original recipient sent it on.
And the process was repeated. And repeated. And repeated.
Have you learned the lesson now?
Message to Albert and Cynthia Logan: May you find comforting grace in Jesus Christ. As a dad, father-in-law, and grandpa, my heart aches for your daughter…and for you. I’m sorry. 😥