**Remember when we used to talk to people?

**Ghost Blogging time! We think this is a great message, especially this time of year. Please lend our ghost writer, and her blog, your thoughts!** Sazaran and Nomz

With cell phones and computers and computers inside our cell phones we have incredible, instant access to information and to people. This is perfect for a girl like me; impatient and preferring not to hold a phone for too long, I can shoot a text or e-mail out for the response I need from a friend. Via social networking, we can get to know strangers and exchange tidbits with old friends that we’d otherwise lose touch with. I love browsing through the people I’m connected to and taking a look through their virtual photo album to see what they’ve done, where they’ve gone, how they’ve grown and leaving rambling messages on how cute their new babies are. There are more benefits to modern technology than I care to list and a number of them are taken for granted as we adjust to having them so readily available that we forget what it was like without them.

Remember when we used to talk to people?

Conversations with friends and family are rife with typos and emoticons and abbreviations. What happened to the smiles that don’t involve keyboards and shift keys and the exclamations marked by the excitement in our voice and not the symbol that says it for us? In a world where actions speak louder than words, why are we allowing ourselves to go mute? The world is falling silent around us and the only noise is the click-click-click of thumbs on a keypad.

It’s time to lift your eyes and open your mouth. We can’t accept sincerity through our inboxes. We have to communicate with our bodies and our voices, with touch and expression before talking at all is ancient dialect.

Jill Hausen | www.calamityjill.com

♫Random Thoughts: 10/21/09

Nomz...

Wants to know why some believe an extinct (Mayan) civilization that the world is ending (12/12/12)...when they're extinct?

Wants to know what's so fascinating about car wrecks. It's pretty obvious that I'm not the only one that's like "yay! Lots of cop cars! A wreck! Come on cars, MOVE SO I CAN SEEEEE". While I usually say a prayer for all involved, is it morbid that it's completely fascinating?

is curious, what is with WalMart anyway? You know, besides coming up with content like this: People of Walmart

really wants to know your first name, and the meaning of it. I'm finding more and more that it's relevant. For you that care: Naomi=Pleasant. Ok, so it's not always relevant.

loves Creed. Especially this newish song:



is giving up her stance for the rest of October against negativity after realizing she's blogged about it three times without even knowing it. What would you like to hear about, readers?

is surrounded by enough good people in her life to let a few weeds grow too.

loves iced tea. A lot. The brewed kind only, and in colors black and green. Not the actual colors of course, but the leaves. I'm also determined that the fact that I drink so much of it, has an insanely awesome affect on my immune system.

can't get enough of our new ghost blogger, and her blog. Like this picture for example:



Find this picture, and more of her blog here: Check your Sugarcoat at the Door

Feet are gross. Really gross.

I have free EmergenC at my desk, for anybody in need of free vitamin ceeeee. Help yourselves. Just dont touch, or cough, on my bubble. thx.

You know, when you have so many thoughts floating around up there, it's impossible to blog on one thing. Feel free to respond to any and all of them. I need HELP.

Yours Truly,
Nomz