Electronic Breakfast Table

Breakfast was a symbol of  something pure that products of divorce, such as myself, used as a compass to happiness; a happy family.  While my own family ate wherever they lingered in their solitude and typically only ate together at one table on holidays, there was this ever-present dream of a wholesome family meal; untainted and a ‘what if’ attainability.

The few times we wrestled with sitting down at the table for a family breakfast or dinner, the only thing served was silence or resentment; not much of a variety of tastes.  Instead, we could watch Leave It To Beaver reruns at dinner time and watch the Cleavers, loving and virtuous, communicating and eating a full bird.  I didn’t get to eat a full bird until recently and if you’ve ever seen a full bird during preparation it’s enough to make you wonder if even June Cleaver, America’s most perfect mother, was a deviant.  Looking back, her obsession with kitchen activities and ability to do exceptional card tricks may have just been OCD and a gambling problem.  I guess even the All-American family has their imperfections, but it didn’t keep us from looking up to them and wanting a little slice of Cleaver pie.

We watched the Jetsons and heard the media projections on the future, but it came and went without flying cars and watch computers.  We didn’t experience the Apocalypse in 2000, and I’m pretty sure the one in 2012 is just a ploy to sell more batteries and water.  However, I can’t deny the digital age in front of me and the lack of simplicity all around me.  Why would children ride bikes when there’s an app for that?  What will become of imagination and pretend when it comes from a device?  What will double entendre become but acronyms and symbols like OMG PIG : p  (Oh My God Pretty Intelligent Girl–sticking tongue out) .  I failed in college at learning another language and luckily Ebonics didn’t stick, but I may have to noodle on text language.

I’ve got to finish this blog posting soon though because my iPhone is blowing up, but the point is that the NY Times came out with an article about electronic breakfast tables (my term, not theirs).  It’s a sad reality that my wholesome symbol of family will be as extinct as playing house in a real tree house and not on SIMS.


An Insomniac’s Nightly Responsibility

Most nights it’s all the same; dinner, tv show, ruminations of working out or not working out, bargaining about working out in the morning, settling on writing instead which almost never results in novel revisions and always results in blogging.  I’m convinced that blogging is worse than a speed addict with Mini Thins.

You typically spend your days binging on information, entertainment, and psuedo meaningful content so that you can purge it into the blogosphere.  Before you know it you’re running around like a junky trying to find the next posting fix.  Let’s not forget to add the tags and send the trackbacks so that Google, your portal dealer, can be at your beck andcall to  feed your addiction.

Then what happens after you press ‘publish’ on WordPress?   It’s over, start again, a vicious cycle of addiction.  You’ll update when you should be sleeping, on the bus to work on your Smartphone, while in the bathroom, at lunch, at work, out with friends, anytime and anywhere you can.  You become the coke fiend at the bar with the revolving bathroom door except you’re a blogger in front of too many screens!

Note to self: get some Ambien.

Note to kids: do not try Ambien at home, or for that matter at school, on a school bus, while reading this blog..just don’t even learn how to pronounce the word…and if you do just leave me out of it, kapeesh!

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