Most everyone, it seems, is blogging or tweeting or face booking on their phones and computers and ipads and TV's and wristwatches. When I was growing up Western movies were popular. I went to see one almost every Saturday, either down town or on our black and white TV. I always loved it when they used smoke signals. The Indians, always dressed up in the finest feathers, would monitor a fire on the hill that sent out three distinct puffs of smoke indicating the soldiers were blindly filling the canyon below and it was time to empty one's quiver. And get the cameras rolling too. I suppose the soldiers could have seen the smoke signals themselves and possibly decoded them, but alas, they didn't know what to look for.
I love it when one of my friends or relatives report to me their findings on Facebook, for example. I had no idea Aunt Molly was alive let alone that she had an abscessed tooth. Twitter is amazing if you want to catch wind of hockey trades. Interestingly, Katy Perry has more than 73 million followers and she follows 157 people herself which shows she's at least somewhat interested in the outside world.
So comments will appear here from time to time. Mostly to do with literary interests which will be plenty to keep me busy and when I do engage in the wonderful world of blogging there will be no smoke and mirrors, I promise.
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