This story originally appeared in the Leon Springs Community News, August 2010 edition.
In a quiet neighborhood off of IH-10 West at the very point where the highway climbs into the Texas hill country, a local grower cultivates a variety of succulents, edible and ornamental plants to sell at San Antonio-area markets.
Because Rosslyn St. Clair’s home is also her private nursery, there’s a delightful tumble of pots, beds, greenhouses, and containers surrounding the modest house. Herbs, hanging baskets, flowers—one finds a little bit of everything in the yard. There’s visible evidence of her commitment to growing organically, too. For example and on a recent evening, bags of leaf mulch sat near the home’s entrance, waiting to be distributed.
Just found this link to a Mashable post by Ben Parr via Colleen Pence (@colleenpence), a local social media superstar.
Here’s the nutgraf:
The central problem is that people believe that Facebook and the web in general should be able to protect the information we post online. I argue that this is untrue, because it goes against the fundamental design of Facebook, social media, and the web itself. We should be relying on ourselves for our privacy, and not turning Facebook into our convenient scapegoat.
I do still take issue with having to “remind” FB that I like things kept on the DL, *but* as for content–from pics to comments–getting away from us, well… that’s not exactly “new.” Betcha a buck that when early humans first took quill to papyrus someone decided to get snarky or draw a picture of a pal in a compromising situation that later got shared ’round the campfire. (Wiki for “gossip”)
It’s just that, now, if that picture of you in your undies and a towel during that super awe-some Spring Break trip gets circulated among your friends, it could also land in your prospective boss’s fingertips. Ick. And it doesn’t matter if that image is on an iPhoto or was made back in the day on your buddy’s Polaroid. Double ick.
With that in mind, I don’t think so much that social media killed privacy. I’m pretty sure that privacy was a sketchy idea anyway, the definition made slippery by cultural norms and personal temperament. At the risk of overgeneralizing, what an introvert may consider “over-sharing,” an extrovert may regard as “micro-sharing.”
Still, social media has reminded us that we’re all responsible for our own comments and actions. It also reminds us that the Golden Rule applies to the Internet as well. Basically, be a thinking grown-up with what you share. Slip up even once and an inappropriate picture or quip can be all over the Internet in an instant–far faster than any innocent, children’s game of gossip could ever demonstrate.
At the tender age of 4, our Tater Tot has developed a fixation on a few words. Most notably among them is “versus.”
Maybe it’s the natural tendency among young boys* to explore their world through playful fighting, but the idea of pitting two of anything (cats, robots, cars) against one another thrills our kid. He also likes saying the word aloud and energetically, “VER-SSSUS” just, well, because. When he first fixated on “versus” as a word fetish, it came out adorably as “ver-TH-us,” but now we pronounce it correctly every time. Awww… he’s growing up.
Given Tater’s love of that word and the fact that we read several books a day, I figured it was time to add Chris Barton‘s Shark vs. Train volume to our book collection. I knew Chris (@bartography) back in high school and have reconnected with him accidentally in the last year, so I went all out and paid full-price. (You’re welcome, Chris.)
When the book first arrived, Tater Tot didn’t seem particularly interested. He noticed the “vs.” right away, naturally. But he was sort of ho-hum. Then I showed him the book’s trailer on YouTube.com. He’s hooked. Since we received the book earlier in the week, I think I’ve read it on average 4 times daily. Continue reading “Book Review: Shark vs. Train”
I came to blogging seriously long after I decided to take myself seriously as a writer. This means that I’d both freelanced and worked full-time for a print magazine before I launched RedWhiteandGrew.com. For this reason, I’ve always felt a little bit out of the “norm” in the blogosphere, if there actually is such a thing as a norm online.