Fiona McCann
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Secret sharing
The fundamental dichotomy of so-called blogging is this. On the one hand, we want our secrets to be hush hush. Many times we seek to hide our identities, at least so that we cannot be easily tracked or stalked by someone unsavoury, should they take a notion to do so. Yet we have an overwhelming desire to share with the world, otherwise why else would we post ONLINE? In wanting to share, we want to get feedback. I'm presuming this because I know I do. Perhaps some of you dun care whether anyone reads it or makes note of you or not--but then why be on the INTERNET? You could easily keep a paper journal or just a note file on your hard drive. All the journaling sites I know specifically have provision for receiving comments. Some sites make it so difficult that you have to jump through hoops in order to make a responce. Some are too easy and get a lot of spam. But no matter what, it is always nice to know that someone somewhere has taken the time to read what you said and tell you how you have affected them. When it is your friends who are involved, replies become more problematic. I personally feel that when my close friends make entries, that it is my responsibility as their friend to eventually take a look and acknowledge it in some way. Perhaps this willna happen every single time, depending upon how often they post or how busy or depressed I am. :-p To not do so is to say to my friend, you are not that important to me. I have better things to do than to bother with your thoughts and opinions or whatever it is you feel like sharing. I have been told I take the internet too seriously. But to me, the people you count as friends on the net are ever bit as important as people in your real life, and sometimes even more so. Hand in hand with this ideal is the fact that if I share something with you that I feel you specifically might enjoy, and you refuse to consider it, then you are telling me you dun respect my judgement. It's like giving someone a treasured book for their birthday and having them toss it in the garbage without even looking at it. It's a bit of a slap in the face. There are some people whom I feel affection for who are completely different from me in tastes and abilities and interests. Yet because I care for them, I make an effort to familiarise myself with some of what they enjoy. The bible says it is more blessed to give than to receive, but once in awhile 'tis nice to be able to receive as well. |
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3.6.08 02:44 |
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Tails with happy endings!
 Little Chelsie is only 6 months old, but she already has a past to be proud of. Not so long ago, she was a hungry, homeless kitten who happened to wander into Ann Bryant's garden in Westminster, California. Refreshed by three solid meals, she then went back out and rounded up her two brothers. Now they are all one happy family. (from the Page-a-Day Calendar of Cats) |
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3.6.08 02:48 |
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A good thought
Yesterday I got this in my email:  '...the tiniest gesture -- a smile, a gentle look, a simple pat on the arm, a soft word -- can change a person's life. Before this very day is out, you are going to have a chance to live in that possibility. Look. Watch. See what this day brings you. And be ready.' I believe this holds true for all of us and for every day!  |
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4.6.08 19:23 |
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Never let them see you sweat
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4.6.08 19:24 |
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Baby rhino born at Dublin zoo
Breaking News.ie 04/06/2008 *There is a really cute video clip of the new baby on the article which you can watch full screen.  It's not exactly the pitter patter of tiny feet but Dublin Zoo's latest arrival has been meeting the public for the first time today.The newest addition to its animal family - a white rhino calf has been getting familiarised with its surroundings at the heart of the Phoenix park in Dublin.. The 70kg female was born last week, and zoo keepers say mother and baby are thriving. The rhino has yet to be named, but it is expected that a public competition will be launched to find a winning name. It is the first rhino born at the Phoenix Park zoo in fourteen years. |
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4.6.08 20:42 |
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togetherness!
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15.6.08 00:53 |
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A wee bit of prison humour
 There is a happy land, doon Duke Street Jail, Where a' the prisoners stand, tied tae a nail. Ham an' eggs they never see, dirty watter fur yer tea; There they live in misery - God save the Queen! --Duke Street Prison The Glasgow Story |
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15.6.08 00:54 |
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'Our souls are love, and a continual farewell'
Ephemera --William Butler Yeats  "YOUR eyes that once were never weary of mine Are bowed in sorrow under pendulous lids, Because our love is waning." And then She: "Although our love is waning, let us stand By the lone border of the lake once more, Together in that hour of gentleness When the poor tired child, passion, falls asleep. How far away the stars seem, and how far Is our first kiss, and ah, how old my heart!" Pensive they paced along the faded leaves, While slowly he whose hand held hers replied: "Passion has often worn our wandering hearts." The woods were round them, and the yellow leaves Fell like faint meteors in the gloom, and once A rabbit old and lame limped down the path; Autumn was over him: and now they stood On the lone border of the lake once more: Turning, he saw that she had thrust dead leaves Gathered in silence, dewy as her eyes, In bosom and hair. "Ah, do not mourn," he said, "That we are tired, for other loves await us; Hate on and love through unrepining hours. Before us lies eternity; our souls Are love, and a continual farewell." Painting by Palestinian Ismail Shammout Found at Annie's Letters |
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16.6.08 03:42 |
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