I wake at 5:30 am. I get up shortly after that. Why fight it? My mind is revving again, tumbling around like wet clothes in a dryer. Take a pee…I seem to do this a lot these days. I’m either drinking more fluids or I’m just getting older; how about both. How about too much information.
I opt out of morning pages knowing full well that there may be information in them I need to look at but don’t want to. I even have the audacity to admit that after yesterdays lecture on facing things head on. Perhaps I am sometimes too strict. Where is my inner hedonist? He jumped ship along time ago. I think I need him back.
What about a decaf?
Yesterday something interesting happened in terms of thatmark.com. Let’s face it, it’s been a pretty insular community so far. But yesterday something changed. It’s a change I knew would probably happen eventually, but with the web you never know exactly how things will develop. When the space shuttle disaster happened I was in the middle of writing my Saturday morning entry. I eventually wound up publishing what I had written on Sunday. When I started to watch the news and saw the images of the Challenger streaming across the sky in what appeared to be several pieces, I decided to just state the facts.
I am in the middle of writing my web journal and am now watching pieces of the Columbia Space Shuttle falling from the sky over Texas on NBC.
I titled it Columbia Space Shuttle Disaster. Well on Monday, along comes the Google crawler and indexes my site as it has for months, but this time something very peculiar happens; for some strange reason it likes my short little entry and sticks it at the very top of the results when searching these words:
Columbia Space Shuttle Disaster
Are you beginning to get the picture? The visits on my site doubled and then trippled and then who knows where it will stop. Of course these visitors are not interested in thatmark.com per se, but all of a sudden I feel like I’m having open house…open house to the world. “Come on in and see thatmark’s Columbia space shuttle disaster.” It’s a freak show. Look it’s even higher in the search results than CNN, I mean hello! Anybody home! There are seven hundred people in the living room and they are spreading out all over the house. And what are we serving today? I mean what’s wrong with this picture? There are 21,400 search results and thatmark.com is at the top? How the heck did that happen?
To say the least this makes me a bit self-conscious and dare I say queezy. But I’ve always enjoyed getting company…that is, when the bathrooms are clean and guess who has to do that? But this is a bit odd. Anyway, it’s the internet...anything can happen right?
“It’s like a rocket taking off” Yvette says as I show her the stats for the site in the early afternoon. And then I think about the seven people that fell from the sky, their heartsick families, a nation in mourning, and Yvette’s words resounding in my head…”It’s like a rocket taking off.” I have been writing my ass off for months and I write one sentence, one horrific observation and suddenly it’s open house and we are passing around the cocktails. What a strange, sad and complicated world we live in.
And so a new day begins…
Most definitely a strange, sad and complicated world. Growing more so with each passing minute. How do we get back to simpler times? Alas, I don't think we can. As the saying goes, you can never go home again. Bummer.