John Mierau (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} johnmierau) wrote,@ 2008-06-26 10:51:00 |
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3 days a week/religious gathering/and yes, Facebook
We decided to pull Nathaniel from daycare two days a week, since Nik's not too busy what with not working and just sitting around the house raising two other kids (joke, nobody kneecap me!).
It's fun to hear thumping upstairs while I work in the basement (at least a few precious months remain in my working at home dreams).
It's also busy-making: this weekend the girls get their christening - given the time of year we're holding it out back to squirt them with magic water under the blue sky. Prior to that, I'll have to find time to stain the deck furniture and slash the grass (read: clover) to a bearable level.
In addition to the work stuff, o'course. And teensy bits of writing, which is firing my brain thanks to new levels of cameraderie from a couple of wordluvvin' compatriots.
That leaves the typical near-zero time for blogging, or evaluating how friends are using the internets (I am continually amazed by its usefulness, and also the volume of spam otherwise intelligent people generate - pollution worth considering on its own).
However I did manage time to do something I'd never seen value in: I oined FaceBook. Oh, how I can hear the disbelief in you reading this, if you know me at all. My reason for joining is not to make use of another social platform but to make use of another protest platform.
In Canada, the Copyright reforms our Conservative government is trying to make into law has received its biggest rebuke from the much-publicized popularity of the FaceBook protest group 'Fair Copyright for Canada', which now has 80,000 members.
80. Thousand.
I joined exclusively to pitch my voice to this protest, when there were 60 K. I will bet more than a few have joined for exactly that reason. I still, however, despise the idea of proprietary, 'gated' communities like FaceBook -- despite any allure that my friends and the much-vaunted FaceBook apps may wear against me.
But, I'm on, so I might as well poke around. I can hate myself later.
J
We decided to pull Nathaniel from daycare two days a week, since Nik's not too busy what with not working and just sitting around the house raising two other kids (joke, nobody kneecap me!).
It's fun to hear thumping upstairs while I work in the basement (at least a few precious months remain in my working at home dreams).
It's also busy-making: this weekend the girls get their christening - given the time of year we're holding it out back to squirt them with magic water under the blue sky. Prior to that, I'll have to find time to stain the deck furniture and slash the grass (read: clover) to a bearable level.
In addition to the work stuff, o'course. And teensy bits of writing, which is firing my brain thanks to new levels of cameraderie from a couple of wordluvvin' compatriots.
That leaves the typical near-zero time for blogging, or evaluating how friends are using the internets (I am continually amazed by its usefulness, and also the volume of spam otherwise intelligent people generate - pollution worth considering on its own).
However I did manage time to do something I'd never seen value in: I oined FaceBook. Oh, how I can hear the disbelief in you reading this, if you know me at all. My reason for joining is not to make use of another social platform but to make use of another protest platform.
In Canada, the Copyright reforms our Conservative government is trying to make into law has received its biggest rebuke from the much-publicized popularity of the FaceBook protest group 'Fair Copyright for Canada', which now has 80,000 members.
80. Thousand.
I joined exclusively to pitch my voice to this protest, when there were 60 K. I will bet more than a few have joined for exactly that reason. I still, however, despise the idea of proprietary, 'gated' communities like FaceBook -- despite any allure that my friends and the much-vaunted FaceBook apps may wear against me.
But, I'm on, so I might as well poke around. I can hate myself later
J
