One thing to which so-called â€śsocial mediaâ€ť excels is allowing the initial opinion of one person to take fire and influence hundreds or thousands of others in a relatively short period of time. Itâ€™s the rough equivalent of the personal newspaper column of just a few years ago.
Often-times it isnâ€™t what a person says but how he says it that makes a difference. As fallible humans, we often see the messenger more than we hear the message. There may not be much we can do about this vital flaw but we all can work on lessening the effects and outcomes it produces.
The political landscape is full of examples.
There are those who will never believe or support President Obama simply because they do not like him. The same is true for Mitt Romney.
Something happened recently to make me think of the day we lost a cat named Murphy.
The cat had been strictly an indoor animal for some time, though he was a rescue and previously had roamed freely â€” near the Courier office.
That was, in fact, what caused him to come to our house in the first place. He had had an unfortunate encounter with a vehicle and his injuries and subsequent surgery meant he could no longer be free and easy.
Someone once told me that whenever a significant event presents itself, be sure to say "I'm going to remember this moment." This simple directive is a way to bookmark a memory in your mind. It constructs an off-ramp for the future when a drive down the nostalgia highway is taken.
Last Saturday was one of the special moments for the crowd of people who gathered to witness the marriage of my oldest son, Scott, to the absolute love of his life, Amanda.
Most kids go through a stage in which they refuse food. That's when parents/grandparents turn creative.
"Here comes the motorboat," sputters the feeder, holding a spoon laden with something designed to tempt the defiant one.
Of course this is done with appropriate boat sounds. And the one doing the feeding hopes like everything the kid won't spit the whole spoonful back at said feeder.
Then there's the airplane zooming over with another delivery of nutrition, again accompanied by original parental sound track.
We have all heard the tagline on an advertisement that goes like this: A Mind is a Terrible Thing to Waste. It can be taken another step by saying an Imagination is a terrible thing to waste. I guess it could be argued that without a mind to waste, imagination falls the wayside by default. Perhaps this is true.
There's a bit of irony to this week's segment of Sense & Nonsense. On the same day that we are introducing a reading column, based on what area people are reading â€” and which I'm putting together â€” I'm basing this week's regular effort on memories of the place where I saw my first movies.
Not that movies and books would be viewed as opposite entities anyway â€” at least not exactly â€” since many of our most revered films originated in book form before finding their way to the Silver Screen.
Sometimes I think a genie lives in Facebook (grin), and my weird hypothesis was recently vindicated â€¦
Have you ever thought about a really old friend that you have not thought about for decades? Well, I got to thinking recently about friends who helped channel my lifeâ€™s interests and for some reason the name Roger Dunn popped into my mind. He was a little older than me, and in some ways we were simpatico and he had all kinds of cool things in his workroom at home.
The famous bard raised the question "What's in a name?"
Shakespeare's response to his own query in "Romeo and Juliet" was "That which we call a rose by any other name would smell as sweet."
But would it really?
When you give a child a name, you're stuck with it for life unless you go through a court proceeding or decide to change it on your own without the benefit of the legal system and that could get you into trouble on occasion.
Names tend to be cyclical, as my own would indicate.
Finding the perfect purse is no easy task.
It's a project the faint of heart should avoid at all costs because the quest is fraught with frustration and aggravation.
Whenever I find one I really like, it's a foregone conclusion it will wear out almost by the time I get all my stuff inside.
If it's really tacky, it will last till the proverbial cows come home.
I've found that most purses are either too big, too little, too plain, too fancy, too something.