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Take 2 on my virtual world

CALMLY RANDOM

I mentioned before that Facebook is like Pandora’s box. Open it and all the troubles of the world fly out at you and hit you in the face, ricocheting off into the room and filling your head and your heart with dread. You’re left staring at an enormous pit of empty space inside that famous box. You wonder where the emptiness ends. Where it begins.

Today I want to talk about email. Email is a slyly deceptive vehicle for conveying information. It’s easy, you think. You just type in a message and send it to the person you want to receive it. Easy. That person emails back, or not. Equally easy.

It seems good – so quick, so efficient, wonderfully communicative. Or is it?

Example: I email my friend Susie. “Hey Susie! I need to mow the lawn. When was the last time you helped me out?” Susie writes back, “Friend, when was the last time you helped me with anything?”

So now we have a miscommunication.

Scenario 1: I could have added a smiley face at the end of my teasing question. That would have told Susie that I was joking. That I had to mow the lawn and boy, would I like to get someone else to do it! I didn’t add that smiley face. I figured she knew I’d be joking, since I joke a lot. But she’s having a bad day, and she took my tease the wrong way.

Scenario 2: Susie could have added a smiley face to the end of her response. She didn’t. So her remark sounded snippy to me. I’m confused, because I was just joking. I’m unsure what Susie means. Is she mad at me? Is she resentful about something? I don’t know.

There are many other possible scenarios with this one simple communication. How easy it is to misinterpret what the other is saying. Without body language, without any of the senses except for sight that we use to judge and determine intent, we can easily be lost in miscommunication. Email allows no sound, no taste, no smell, no touch, no body language. No hugs, no kisses, no smiles, no frowns, no angry stares. It’s easy to pile miscommunication upon miscommunication.

Now, I might have added to my email, “Pizza after we’re done!” Then Susie might have realized my friendly intent. Susie might have added a frown face after her response. Then I would have known I teased her too much. There are ways to make email work.

But, it isn’t easy. I have to be quite intentional and measured with emotions. I cannot express what’s really in my heart because it can’t be legitimized without that body language that is part of our human experience. I have to be perfect with words and clear in intent. Once words are written, they can never be taken back. They are immortalized for eternity, written in Pandora’s box. Click ‘Send’ and you’ve committed to the consequences. Whether your ideas are well crafted and the intentions understandable or not, it’s too late once you hit ‘Send’.

My friendly advice is, don’t hit ‘Send’ unless you’re sure your message is exactly the message you intend to deliver.

 

State of the Blog Address

CALMLY RANDOM

Age is measured by the speed at which one perceives time going by. It’s an inverse proportion. The older one gets, the faster time seems to speed past. By that measure, I’m very old.

It has been almost exactly a year since I started my blog. A year and 58 blog postings later, and I’m still here. The time in many ways has zoomed by. In the past year I’ve traveled to Florida by myself to see the last space shuttle liftoff; won a HarperCollins Top 5 Editor’s Desk Gold Medal (though tragically, no contract offer to date); traveled to Greece and Italy with my sister to see ancient wonders of the world; got robbed in Athens and slept on the airport floor in Rome; missed most of a day and entire evening in Venice; slept through an entire precious day in Florence.

Plus, I reconnected with old high school friends after decades of separation; saw my son off to adulthood with a real job and his own apartment; wished my daughter didn’t live a continent away; reread Moby-Dick; wrote a lot of poetry and an extra chapter to Memories of Glory; started a new novel titled Moses; joined Facebook; created a Facebook fanpage and Twitter account along with this blog; readied my house to sell. Lost some weight; bought new, smaller clothes and pretty jewelry. Drank many bottles of wine, recycled the corks.

And even more. Experienced great joy and unutterable despair. Felt proud of myself and questioned my existence. Hoped for my children’s happiness and felt powerless to control it. Tried to be a friend but got lost in the challenge. Wished for more riches while realizing how very privileged I am. Felt goodwill while struggling not to show my negative side. Planned for the future while recognizing that there is only today.

And it’s all happened so fast. A year is a short time, a damned short time. I am the same as I was last year, the one who felt silly writing a blog that no one might read, sending words out into the universe of the Internet. I still wonder if anyone reads my words. Well, I know that a few wonderful people do.

But maybe the vast majority of the hits on my page are mistakes. That’s a chance I’ll have to keep taking. I am not good at faith. Faith and I don’t get along. But in the case of my writing and my blog, I have to have faith that somehow, it’s worth the time. It’s worth the effort. It’s worth continuing on.