Web-based technology also totally changed my career. I would not be a published, famous-if-you're-willing-to-exaggerate-the-facts author without it. I'm talking about stuff like epublishing, print-on-demand, submissions by email, Amazon, and Paypal. And the whole marketing channel that the Web is: Yahoo Groups, blogs, enewsletters, and so on.
- got into a couple very intellectual, deep discussions on political philosophy that were very edifying and made me rather proud to be an American
- made a cool new friend from said discussions (a friend of a friend, in Facebook terms)
- talked a little hockey with a Canadian pal
- learned about a cool local project in my community and how to support it
- helped a friend with wedding plans
- got some peeks into the life of the executive producer of my favorite TV show
- kept in touch with my kids
- reassured a person with a medical concern
- learned how to make foccacia bread
- kept abreast of the every-changing schedules of my shows
- enjoyed mutual encouragement of workout plans with friends
- followed (in photos and video) the life of a capybara
- got to see a friend's new haircut (who lives like 800 miles away)
- got to see a friend's new paintings (who lives like 600 miles the other way)
- learned some new facts about the publishing business (very important to me)
- shared this very awesome cat video that I share with you now, Blog:
All this and much more, in an absolutely reasonable and manageable amount of time that didn't conflict with my face-to-face relationships, work, duties, or sleep.
Oh, and it was all very fun. And made me feel helped and helpful. And kept me connected to an array of diverse, special, life-enriching human beings.
Blog, some people say the Web cuts you off from real life. Maybe for some. But I'll tell you what cuts you off from real life: living out in the country in Iowa before Al Gore's Internet was around. When I was in my twenties and married to a pastor, we were sent to a rural parish seven miles outside of Fort Dodge, Iowa. There were times I went a whole week without seeing another live human besides Max and the kids. Take a gander at the aerial view of our house, via Google Maps which of course did not exist then:
The isolation is truly a metaphor for my existence. Plus, this being Iowa rather than Wisconsin, there weren't even any trees to speak of. Here's the view of our mailbox, also via Google Maps which of course did not exist then:
I would venture to guess that whoever is living in that parsonage now is connected to the Internet, making the landscape of rural Iowa no longer a metaphor for her existence.
And hopefully, Blog, she's on Facebook.
Tomorrow the other shoe drops: My humble opinion on Twitter.