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A Facebook hiatus does people good.


This past Sunday I made the decision to temporarily de-activate my Facebook account, just for a few days.  It was a personal litmus test, to see if I could go about my day without obsessing about a virtual application that has seemingly taken over what little social life I have.  Often times I found myself grabbing my laptop and logging in simply to see what was “going on” on Facebook, only to find myself still “online” four hours later.  The problem is once you’re logged in, the warm laptop buzzing away in your lap as you lay on the couch in the early afternoon, it’s easy to meander over to other websites, click links, watch videos……..and the next thing my entire afternoon is wasted. Can we say addicted, much?

John Lennon once said “Time you enjoy wasting was not wasted,” which is a sentiment I wholeheartedly agree with.  However, more often than not I was bored with surfing the Net.  Facebook would rope me in and I would aimlessly meander from site to site, hoping to find something interesting to capture my attention.  I would not define that as time wasted that I enjoyed.

It was a gradual decision to de-activate Facebook.  First I cleaned out my “friends” with whom I have no real semblance of a friendship – acquaintances with which I exchange a hello every now and then.  Or people who know me via other family members.  I don’t really know them as people – I just recognize their faces.  There were teenage girls that played basketball with my sister on the local team, for example.  A hello in person seemed like it was enough – having them as Facebook friends didn’t really add any quality to my life. Did I really need to know whether they were single, in a relationship, sad, or happy?  I wasn’t really interested in their love proclamations either.  I grew out of my teens long ago, and would never want to re-visit those years.  Bogging down my day with the inane, self-obsessed thoughts of teen girls was making me roll my eyes to the point where I’d be on the floor looking for them because they dropped out of my head.  No thank you.  NEXT!

My clean-up then moved on to people who I knew socially in another life, who were nice enough people but the only reason I kept them on as friends was for the trolling satisfaction of keeping up to date with their life without really caring about it.  They’re not my friends.  I don’t really know them and I don’t hang out with them.   See ya later!  My Facebook list is now composed of actual friends and people I like and appreciate; and most importantly, people with whom I can’t feasibly keep regular face-to-face or phone contact with – for this sliver of people’s lives Facebook is a good tool to stay in touch.

Eventually I made the decision to go for temporary de-activation – my motivation was to allow myself to get back in touch with myself.  (How new-age does that sound? I’m not a hippie, I swear.)  But that is the truth.  I spent countless hours in a virtual world without giving enough attention to my actual life and it caused me to feel anxious and frazzled.  I felt that I needed something more – spiritually, physically, and emotionally.

The honest truth is that I didn’t really miss Facebook much.  And I was able to do much more enjoyable things with my time: I took some awesome afternoon naps.  I went to the gym. I went out to coffee with my family.  I read a book (which I hadn’t done in what seemed like the longest time…I was too busy browsing the Internet.)  I did yoga.  I meditated.  Because I focused on doing things that were good for my mental health, coincidentally I smoked less weed, too. Taking a break from social technology, it seems, did me good.  Moving forward I’m going to try to use it in a more conscious way, although saying that feels like an oxymoron.  Social networking doesn’t breed consciousness, but it’s up to us to use it in a way that enriches our lives rather than bog it down with frivolous information.  (Aaaaaaand that is your life lesson for the day, people.  You’re welcome.)

The de-activation lasted three days.  Apparently I was missed.  And let’s face it; these conversational gems can only happen in the social networking world.

I'm taking suggestions on what my answer should be to all of them.

Bikini Theory.


Here’s my theory:  a woman who wears a (what-can-barely-be-classified-as-a) bikini, secretly hates herself and is thus trying to attract all of our attention to give herself value – even if it’s just for her T&A.


Side note:  Are asses like this even possible in nature?

The only question that comes to mind is: Whatchu gonna do with all that junk inside your trunk?




Frankly, today’s young generation scares me…

I think all my hope for the future is wholly destroyed <<<shaking head>>>.

Drugs are bad, mmkay?


I do have to admit…at various points in the past, I have thought the same thing.

Finally, there is hope.


Yesterday in Nafplio a “townhall” meeting of sorts was held in front of the mayor’s building where people gathered (those who heard about it, at least) and started a dialogue about their frustrations as Greek citizens, particularly after this past year where austerity measures enforced upon them  are making many feel like they are being punched non-stop in the head.

(UPDATE: By the way, this small get-together is pretty insignificant compare to what was happening in  the rest of Greece – which was buzzing with massive peaceful demonstrations this past week.  The protests continue this weekend.)

Under pressure from the European Union and the IMF, the Greek government recently announced a new wave of austerity measures as it desperately tries to salvage a country long plagued by political corruption, rampant tax evasion and a host of other issues. The Greeks’ frustration at this decisive time is anger and frustration at the inept politicians who have been governing and stealing for far too long (and obviously opening foreign bank accounts to hide their indiscretions.) People are fed up with a political system that has by and large operated on dishonesty, greediness and hypocrisy.  Why hypocrisy?  Because now that the rope is around Greece’s neck and the noose is getting tighter, it is the hard-working Greek citizen who must pay the price. Literally.  Higher taxes, higher gas prices, higher diesel prices, higher electricity rates, higher water rates.  Prices are only going up.  Jobs are being lost.  No viable solutions are being offered. When is this going to end? Why should the average, struggling man/woman/child pay for a government that has never had their country’s interest at heart?

But I digress…what I wanted to say is that yesterday’s meeting was the first time in a long time when I felt HOPEFUL.  I felt so much hope because there was a dialogue happening.   The conversation wasn’t rife with yelling, or fighting, or bringing up political parties into the mix.  It was about venting our frustrations and agreeing that we need to keep the dialogue going.  No matter how negative the subject matter is, it must be discussed. A revolution can start small – with just a conversation, right?

Coincidentally the other day I was discussing this subject matter with an acquaintance –  a 60-year-old man, in fact – and I told him that today’s young generation has nothing to give them hope, to react, and to entice change.  I compared these recent years to 1960s and 1970s – the infamous years in which an entire generation got involved and made some real changes.  And I didn’t just refer to the United States.  Even in Greece there was upheaval at that time – leading to the overthrow of the junta, the military government which ruled Greece at that time.  Those generations could envision a better future.  They inspired each other.  What about our generation though?  We are painfully aware that a new Greek government will be just as corrupt and inept as the current one.  So far this entire predicament we are in has felt endless, void of solutions and without hope for a better future.

Seeing both old people and young people gathered together, being open to each other and actually listening to one another was a tremendous experience for me.  I left that meeting feeling hope and knowing that people are actually starting to care and they want to see a change for the better. It inspired ME to be more involved in the dialogue. I left that meeting with a pep in my step (which I’m sure I will get a ton of shit for by my sister…not for feeling happy, but for actually writing “pep in my step.” She can deal with it.)

Bad vibes.


My weird fascination with the 1960s often has me wishing I came of age in that fantastic, turbulent, culture-changing decade.  Everything from the music and the fashion, to the social changes that came about that time would have been amazing to have been a part of. To experience that energy would have been life-changing, I’m sure.

Then I look at random pictures from the 1970s and am kinda glad I didn’t live through what came afterwards.

*This* is a crime against humanity, is it not?  Not just the hair, I’m talking about the the whole vibe in this photo.  When I see this I  think “glad I was born at the END of the decade.”

The hair...the horror...

Abbey Road.


Taking a long, hot shower while listening to the Abbey Road medley was the best idea I’ve had all week.

(Medley starts at 3:08.)

I’ve been listening to this album – and the Beatles, in general – since I discovered them at 14 years old. Just like any person who loves a particular band or music (whatever it may be,) this album plays to me like second nature. When I listen to it I know which lyrics come next, where Paul’s voice will go into a falsetto, how George will play his guitar as THIS particular point…No matter how many times I’ve listened to it, it still pumps me up.  So yes, there was singing in the shower.  And air guitar.  And an impromptu drum solo in lieu of drying myself up.

………sigh…………this music literally brings joy to my soul.

Overheard at the cafe today…


Heard by: By two older gentlemen (probably in their late 70s or early 80s, by my best estimate,) walking by the Xenon Cafe where we’re having a midday coffee break.

As they slowly mosey on by, they take a look at the crowd ( there were no more than 4 tables full), look at each other and say, “This crowd is too young, lets keep on walking.”