Who Are These People…?

Friend or Foe-getaboutit…

When I began my first fitness blog in 2001, I developed a small, but dedicated following.  These were like-minded people who found value in what I was suggesting about the direction of fitness culture.  As near as I could tell at the time, there were a mere thousands of fitness blogs worldwide posting regularly.  By the time I shut that blog down in 2008, my following was roughly the same size it was when I began.  In 2008 though, there were millions of fitness blogs posting with regularity, most of them run by fitness hobbyists, not fitness professionals.

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OB Pier.  Friend Of The Devil…

Wanting to break from the direction of fitness blogging, and feeling like I had something worthwhile to say about the state of nearly anything, I began a new blog in hopes I would attract more readers.  However, up against millions of other blogs, I would fare no better with the new incarnation.  Some readers from my previous blog stayed with me, but my audience of millions eluded me.  Those readers who stayed with me, were my first online friendships.

Face Facts…

Listening to PRI’s Marketplace program one afternoon in 2007, I heard a technology executive state that anyone with a small business or a small idea who wanted to grow it, would be wise to utilize the up and coming social media site, Facebook.  Facebook, he claimed, was going to be the future of marketing and the future of communications.  The man suggested there would be profound advantages to any businesses getting involved with Facebook early, that would not be as advantageous for the latecomers.   I immediately opened a Facebook account, and shortly thereafter created a page in support of my business and my blog.

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Main Street, Bryan, TX

I knew few people in my analog life who were on Facebook at this point, but many subscribers to my blog were, so I extended those connections from my blog to Facebook.  I was now writing on 2 platforms for the same people.  Because the Facebook platform made it easier to cultivate discussions, plus it added an element of individuality, I got to know my readers on a more personal level, though the quantity of subscribers to the blog increased negligibly.

Eventually, I began making more personal connections on Facebook than business connections – friends of friends who I have never met, friends I knew from days gone by, plus more people in my daily life were taking the plunge.  At the peak of my first Facebook account (I have now had 3), I had roughly 2,000 friends.  That’s when it all got a bit sketchy.  I began to question the term friend.

As time doing more important things gave way to online time with my friends, I began to question how I was prioritizing Facebook.  I knew I couldn’t keep up the pace of posting, of scrolling and liking, and checking notifications with every break in my daily action.  Notwithstanding, my presence on Facebook did little to expand my business or my blog, and that was my primary reason for creating a Facebook account.  To make it more manageable, I pared down my friends from 2,000 to just a few hundred, and began to accept that this was now my social life, and had little to do with my business.

Living Alone With Hundreds…

For most of my life I’ve had few friends, and those who I called friend were friends for life.  I have always been appreciative, if not jealous, of people who seem to have many good friends.  I’m also an introvert with a pretty serious case of social anxiety disorder.  With Facebook, I came to life socially, and took on a noticeable confidence that I had not previously experienced.  I began accepting my friends, even those who I have never met, as real friends and friends for life.

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39,700 feet over the line of demarcation.  El Paso/Juarez

Suddenly, I was spending time each day with people I like, people who I thought were cool, intelligent, interesting or just had some level of awesome.  Strangely, at least some of them found those qualities in me.

Coffee in the morning was now shared with friends in Omaha and Brisbane, as evenings by my fire pit were shared with friends from Boulder to India.  I was living alone, but rarely alone.  For the most part, I found these friendships inspiring.  I was exposed to new music, new ideas, new books, recipes, new conversations and within them all was no shortage of sophomoric humor.  I looked forward to being on Facebook.

Life Sentence…

With some online friends, there has been no doubt that a person is a true friend.  Like in real estate, sometimes you just know.  There are at least a couple of dozen people who I would gladly go into battle with or for, yet we have never met face-to-face.  I might not even know what they do for a living or if they have children, yet I know they would have my back and I, theirs.

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Kyle Field, Texas A&M Campus

Other friends, have been more questionable – on some level, doubt about their intentions or sincerity occasionally bubbles under the surface in a why am I connected with this person kind of way.  It’s not that I inherently distrust them, it might be that I just don’t know them well enough – yet.  But that’s on me, not them.

There are also those incidental friendships – cyber-acquaintances; people I connect with superficially due to a common friend, common interest or both, but don’t spend too much time hanging out with.  It’s as though we just wave to each other as we pass in the hallway.

Always churning beneath the surface of any of online friendship have been two questions…

  • What do I really know about this person…?
  • If we were neighbors, would we hang out…?

Every so often during my daily scrolling, I will ask myself this of one friend or another.  I’m not sure if I’ve ever answered these questions honestly, since I rarely blocked or unfriended anyone.  I might not always like, comment or agree on their posts, but my friend for life rule reminds me that if I accept somebody into my life as a friend, I do so for life.   On occasion, I might question that rule, but it’s woven into the fiber of who I am – accepting of others as I want them to be accepting of me.

The Wear, Tear And The Joy…

Even online friendships can require work and maintenance.  In dealing with the half-dozen or so analog friends I had before the internet, nurturing those friendships could be draining.  Dealing with dozens or hundreds of relationships online can be outright exhausting.  Still, protection of the relationship is necessary for them to be true friendships.  This desire to protect is no different than with any other relationship, be it with my kid, my neighbor or my dog.  Getting along with a few friends takes work.  Getting along with a few hundred…

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Los Jilgueros Preserve, Fallbrook, CA

When I suggested to my online Ohana that I would be stepping back from social media for a month or so, a few people teased me about it…

“Here we go again…”  came my way from a few.  Others were understanding and wished me luck or hoped that I find what I’m looking for.  Largely though, my departure was probably more unnoticed than noticed, and there’s a lot to be learned about online friendships from that statement.

In an increasingly complex and changing world, the meaning of friendship changes too, just as the meanings of Republican, Democrat, Scholar, Doctor, Uncle, Mechanic and thousands of other terms have changed.  It’s just where we’re at.

The Love We Take…

I wrote this essay, and a few others before it, to help myself explore how social media fits into my life and into my head in this changing world.  I also wrote it to help me better understand what it means to be, and to be accepted as a friend.  I’m certain will write more on the subject.

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Jonathan Livingston Miagi, OB Pier

I have come to few conclusions about any of this.  Social media confuses me.  It benefits me.  It sucks up my time.  It inspires me.  It’s a release for me.  It’s my creative muse, my mistress, my downfall and my happy place – all at once.  But that’s not about social media, is it…?  That’s about me, the chaos in my head and my discipline, or lack of…

At the end of the day, life is about two things; work and relationships.  Social media, for me, has been an escape from one, and an extension of the other.  For nearly a decade, before I step into my shop each morning to earn my keep, I share time with like-minded friends that I might find inspiration or laughter.  When I close up shop at the end of the day, I have headed into the cyber world to vent, find inspiration or check out some new music.

For my part, I use social media to share interesting pictures, ideas or thoughts expressed with my words.  Sometimes it’s an online diary, other times it’s a place of worship, but I try hard to stay out of the mosh-pit of bad ideas.  I attempt to keep it positive and productive.

A Hot Spoon And A Keyboard…

On the heels Adam Alter’s book, Irresistible (which I cannot recommend enough), I realize that I have spent too much time on social media, Facebook in particular.  The good news is that I still find time for other things; analog friendships, outdoor activities, work and exercise to name a few, so I really can’t say that I’ve had an addiction.  It’s more like a codependency, but that too is on me, not social media.

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Vegan nightmare.  Treating my family to dinner at The Salt Lick, Austin TX

What I have learned most from reading about and writing about social media, and the one lesson I would like to share from this experience is this…

It’s okay to be alone, unplugged, and with nothing to occupy my mind other the sights and sounds of whatever is taking place in the vicinity of my front yard.  I live so much of my life with gusto and enthusiasm, yet rarely do I get a Jones to sit and forget all things.  Going forward, this will be a greater priority to me.  I will turn off my off my phone more.  Seek to be stimulated, entertained and amused less.  I will remember it is important to do nothing at all, and I will build that into my day. 

On getting back to my original question – the title to this essay, Who Are These People…?  Well, they are my friends, and if you are reading this, you’re probably one of them.  As to whether I go back to Facebook or Instagram at the end of my 30-day break, I probably will – probably.  If I do, I hope to use it more intelligently, and less…  Jhciacb

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Cra Cra Cra…

A Purpose Driven Mind…

Life, death and meaning – they have been woven through my thoughts since I can remember.  It consumes me; the value of a life, the reasons for death and the meaning of all that happens in-between.  I scarcely look at anything; my daughter’s eyes, a neighbor’s dog, a faucet, a fence post or a Pop-Tart without contemplating the value and the meaning of it all.

The biggest struggle I contend with is my daily steering between the great magnificence of life, and the utter insignificance of it all.  Not just my life and my meaning, but all the lives and meaning that are interconnected with my own at a given moment.

At the core of it are two opposing perspectives…

  • That in the scope of a vast and far reaching universe, the life of any being, critter or circumstance here on earth, seems insignificant, if not outright meaningless.
  • That in the scope of any moment, all life and circumstance I am proximate to and interacting with, be it my neighbor or a sea cucumber, is profoundly important and most meaningful.

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I think of light.  Of light being a wave or a particle, quantum physicist John Polkinghorne once wrote…

“Light can be a wave or a particle, but it can’t be both at the same time.  Ask light a wave question and it will give you a wave answer.  Ask it a particle question and it will give you a particle answer, but it can’t give you both answers at once…”

That’s how a feel about life most days; mine, yours or anyone else’s.  It’s either meaningless or important, but it can’t be both at the same time.

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The Spies Within Me…

Also in my head from an early age, were those people who I envisioned judging me.  As a child, I felt in a near literal way, that there was always a half-dozen or so people who had their eyes on me, 24/7.  These were a rotating cast of real life characters in my life, usually my elders, that I imagined viewing me and judging me from an ethereal conference room somewhere in the distance.  In my mind, they were observing me, discussing and deliberating over all my actions, yet never sharing their conclusions with me.

This feeling that a half-dozen or so people were watching me, influenced many of my actions and behaviors in my younger days. Sometimes my actions aimed to impress this pantheon in my head.  Other times, I allowed my thoughts and actions to drift into murky waters, without much regard for their opinion.

Though I would grow to disbelieve the people in my head were literally watching me, the feeling that I am constantly being watched and judged by those I look up to, has never left me.  I’m certain that feeling is the closest we can ever get to knowing God.

A Creative Outlet…

As a creative outlet, digital technology has given me the tools to express myself and to live my life in ways the analog world never had.  Social media has given me something to go with that – an audience.  That has been the most dubious aspect of social media for me – that more people than ever are judging my thoughts and actions, just like the pantheon of elders in my head when I was young.  Of course, this has been the result of me inviting them in, and subsequently throwing it all out there to be seen.

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For over a decade now, I have made good use of the tools of technology.  The tools I have used the most are the word processor and the smartphone camera.  They have become a part of how I think and an extension of who I am.  The vehicle that I have used to deliver my product of being me has been social media platforms such Facebook, Twitter, Instagram and even this WordPress blog.

I started slow, but my use/dependency on these tools and these platforms has increased over time, to the point where creating and sharing via digital technologies has become central to my life.  It has become my biggest active priority – perhaps too big.  I have come to view myself as a social media addict and artist; writer, photographer, moral philosopher and on occasion, even a comedian, who just can’t quit.

Somewhere along the way, the line between the analog Roy of yesterday, and the digital Roy of today has gotten blurry.  I often feel lost in the sense of who I really am.  Am I the guy who lived his life, for most of his life, keeping his thoughts and ideas mostly to himself, only to share them with a few close friends….?  Or, am I the guy who doesn’t think a single thought or make a single move without considering how my social media Ohana might react to it…?

I’m both, I suppose.  Like light being a wave or a particle, I just can’t be both at the same time.

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I’m now 10 days into a Facebook hiatus – again.  It has already become clear to me how significant the presence of social media has been in most of my thoughts and actions in recent years.  I’ve come to realize that under the surface in so much of what I do and what I think, I am constantly considering how my friends would view my thoughts and actions if I were to share them on social media.  I scarcely look at, do or think anything these days without wanting to share it, or at least consider how people might act if I were to share it.

With that said, my most challenging thought in stepping away from social media has been this:  What good is doing anything, if I’m not going to share it and have it be validated…?

The Junta In My Head Part II…

I’ve probably thought far too much about all of this, and if you’ve read this far, you probably agree.  I thank you for hanging in there with the crazy.

When I was 10 years old, I felt a half-dozen people or so, were watching my every move, and judging me.  I acted sparingly because of it, as I silently worked out the whys of life in my head.  Forty-five years later, thanks to the digital age, I now try to work out the whys of the world with my online performance art, and I’ve invited hundreds to view and judge my own personal Truman Show, you included.  I once thought the whole world was staged just for me, and mostly, I still do.  In the digital age, at least get to choose my audience.

As far as answering the all whys in the world, and searching for meaning, I’m certain life is meaningful and important.  I’m just as certain that all life is meaningless and unimportant.  And the only thing I think I truly know is that it can’t be both at once…   Jhciacb

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The Laundry…

Why do I take so many pictures each week, and post them on social media, you may ask…? The answer should be obvious, or even ingrained with the pictures and accompanying words, but allow me to explain…

It’s a practice I began a couple of years ago to (help) offset the negativity, and the forced agenda that goes with social media. By forced agenda, I mean the relentless cramming of hatred, bad ideas, fear, and ignorance down the throats of others, by way of memes, slanted news stories, gossip, outright lies, and inappropriate jokes and pictures.
If my own feed is any indication, this is a battle I’m losing, though I’m still committed to.

To my way of thinking, and I’ll admit I might be wrong, there can only be a few reasons to propagate such negativity on social media:

– To Promote one’s self as intellectually superior to others
– To hurt or shame others
– To change the minds of others
– To win favor with others of similar ilk
– To release the buildup of fears and frustrations growing within

Beyond these, I don’t see any reasons to share negativity on social media. Still, it dominates my feed. I will gladly entertain other reasons if you wish to present them to me, but come prepared…

A friend once said to me…

“What’s the point of having a strong opinion if you can’t cram it down someone’s throat…?”

Sadly, he wasn’t joking.

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Sharing a strong opinion without invitation, is like wiping a dirty diaper across the faces of many others, and all at once. If one’s hope is to clean the smears of crap left by that dirty diaper by wiping another dirty diaper against it, well, that might be a fool’s task.

I’m not suggesting there isn’t any meaning or fulfillment for the people who share and propagate social media negativity. I am suggesting though, that there is little social value in it.

So, I walk daily. I think. I take pictures, and share – all in hopes that helps offset the negativity of social media. Maybe a good thought and good photograph, is just a kind of daily laundry, to help clean up after bad ideas… Jhciacb

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Everybody Knows My Names…

There are at least 10 of me, probably more. Primarily though, there are 4:

The me interested in the humanities
The me interested in simplicity
The me interested in physical culture
The me interested in music

There are more; the political me, the animal lover me, the sports me, the comedy me, the food me, the justice me, etc., but those first four are my essence.  And what good is having an essence if it can’t be cultivated and shared, or shoved down someone else’s throat…?

That’s why I choose to be all-in on social media, Facebook in particular – because it’s a place where everybody knows my names. Not every person knows every name. My comedy friends know me by my comedy name. My philosophy friends know me by my philosophy name, and so-on.

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In that way, Facebook is like a Denny’s, with a Cheers inside of it. I can enter any time of day, and order whatever I wish off the menu.  However, even within that, after I step inside the larger room, and as I squeeze my way into the smaller rooms within the larger room, people know me even better – they don’t just know my name, they know who I am.

For the physical (my body), there is the material world…
For the ethereal me (my soul), there is the spiritual world…

And though I may have one foot in either of those worlds at any one time, for the thinking me (my brain), social media has become a gathering place, and a creative outlet that has been missing for most of my life.

Today, the thinking me has taken on a leadership role over the physical me and the ethereal me, so social media is where I come to feed it, as well as the dozen or so peripheral me(s).  The trick here, if there is one, is in knowing how to order off the menu – and what to avoid… Jhciacb

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Some Thoughts On My Thoughts…

I built my first website in 2001, in support of my fitness business.  Though I would not come across the term blog for a couple of more years, my initial website was, unwittingly, my first blog.  Each week I would publish a brief article espousing the virtues of a chicken salad for lunch instead of burrito, or how lunges done properly would change your life.  This effort, in hopes I could establish legitimacy as a national voice of reason in my industry, while also doing my part in saving the world.  Of course it hasn’t really unfolded that way, though I have gained some respect in my local community, and have begun to cultivate a worldwide following of hundreds.

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A corner of the yard…

At the time I began this endeavor, I was working my way through a series of books on religion, philosophy, cultural anthropology, as well as the directionality of mankind.  Though it wasn’t by design, it didn’t take long until I began superimposing what I was thinking about away from the gym, over what I was attempting to teach in the gym and via my website.  I began to sew comparisons between the rituals of the humanities and the rituals of physical culture, and vice-versa.

And so it has gone for over a decade.  I write about life under the guise of fitness, and thoughts of personal fitness are always intermingled when I write about the world I seem to live in.  As the tagline for this blog asks; is the about the contemplation of fitness, or the fitness of contemplation…?  Of course there is no correct answer.

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The best celebrity a trainer can work with:  Celebrity tomatoes…

I enjoy weaving hidden messages of religious tolerance into articles I write about accepting CrossFit as fitness phenomenon, despite that I think it’s ridiculous don’t practice it myself.  In comparing the war on the waistline to the wars which require guns, I have suggested that we mind our language, and not get carried away with it.

I can say honestly that I have learned as much about life and culture itself from my observations of the fitness world and the people in it, as I have from any book I have read or any sermon I have received.  Conversely, I have regularly attempted to bring to my fitness students and readers, lessons from the humanities which might enhance or even shift one’s perspective on what fitness really is.  As I learn, I enjoy sharing, and that’s a big part of why I blog write.

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The writer’s den.  Fire pit in front.  Party in the back.  Not really…

However, as complexity expands, complexity expands. Both the fitness world and the real world are far more complex today than they were when I wrote my first essay.  My mind drifts further and further from what I know, seeking more and more to write about what I want to know – or what I think I know.  On one level this might be dangerous inasmuch as I don’t want a would-be reader to take my writing with any degree of seriousness or suggest it holds any absolute truths.  These are simple musings and observation which sometimes flow, but mostly collide in my head.  I am an amateur writer; a busker of thoughts in the expanding noosphere.

On another level though, writing about what I think I know, even if I’m not certain, is exactly what I know I need.  This blog, whether read by dozens or by thousands, has been a place for me to work out the quarrels and contradictions in my head.  If there’s one problem with this, it’s that as I let festering thoughts out, it frees up room for new thoughts to grow and garble.

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Yellow pear tomatoes…

From the beginning I have sought to be as original as possible, if not outright different.  In those times when I have noticed a redundancy in my thoughts, I have questioned whether or not to continue.  After 15 years of writing – of placing my messages into tiny silicon bottles and throwing them out there each week to seed and to grow, I don’t think I have impacted too many lives too often, as it relates to fitness or beyond, and I’ll never really know if I have.

The life I have affected most though, in writing these essays, is of course is my own, and the impact seems to be positive.  So I guess the blog is going to stick around – even if I repeat myself from time to time.  Lunges today.  Social complexity tomorrow.  Stay tuned, and be well…  rc

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Puking and Killing…

Something To Say

For nearly a decade I have written newspaper articles, blog posts, and essays about the philosophy behind the fitness – about what I believe should be considered when it comes to one’s fitness persona.  Rather than add to the overflowing cup of fitness crap; the ABCs of six-pack abs and chicken salads, I have invested my thought into the why’s, and even the why-not’s that should be considered when assembling one’s fitness agenda. 

When I first began writing these it was because I felt I had something to say, and I thought what I had to say might be useful to others who found difficulty in getting ahead of their physical condition.  I did this from a foundation of passion, education, professional and personal experience.   In the early days, my thoughts were mostly linear, and offered in a one-way direction – and then… blogging set in. 

Raining On My Own Parade, And Perhaps Yours

Earlier this week, I had removed the blog-roll from the front page of this site, and had closed up my columns to the comments of others.  I was growing weary because I had allowed myself to get too caught up in the world of fitness blogging in order to promote this site; that my crap might get read by more people and possibly help some.

There are some mindful and passionate bloggers out there that I have come to appreciate – some fighting a fitness battle, and others attempting to lead those who are fighting.  Many though, are writing blogs and commenting on other’s blogs as a means of placating themselves in exchange for not successfully achieving their own fitness goals.  Or, because they believe they know so much more than anyone else.

Increasingly, I have been reading more and more posts and comments that make me want to puke – and then kill.  Actually, most make me want to kill first, and then puke.  Whether I’m puking and killing, or killing then puking, I can say with clarity that I have begun to emotionally check out of the fitness game – and it’s my livelihood as well as my passion!!!  And so I closed the comments on my blog for this week’s tease

Game Off/Game On

My statement was simple and my request black and white; that I would return to just throwing it out there and would no longer accept comments on the blog, promote other bloggers, or seek to be promoted. I stated that I would appreciate only private emails instead to continue the discussion and grow wiser from the nutrients of discourse.  Well, the emails did come and all of them asked me to keep the comments open – so I will.  Most of the feedback I got on my tease was negative, a bit of it positive, but the dialogue was intelligent, and that’s all I really seek. 

As far as the blog-roll goes, I will put it back up one link at a time on request.  If you would like to be linked to my site, please email me at emergefit@gmail.com with your request and give me one good reason why I should promote you – but remember, you are who roll with, and I am done pulling punches and padding comments, so you may want to first consider an association with me.   Dr. J, Jody, Bobbie, Sagan, Karen E., and Diane you are still golden becuase your intentions as well as your posts are always mindful and always good. 

Going forward, I will only add a comment to another blog if I feel what I have to say contributes to the dialogue.  If I take time to comment on a blog it means that I genuinely appreciate what it had to say, what is being suggested, or what was accomplished.  I will no longer comment on other blogs as a means of promoting this one.  If you wish to comment on my columns, please do – but do so only if you have something to contribute to the conversation.

As For Me

This is officially about the dialogue of experience and perspective.  Each week, or month, or whenever it strikes me, I will continue to write about my perspective on fitness related topics, and throw it out there for the universe to consume, ignore, or discuss.  I will always attempt to bring something to the table worthy of thought and discussion – something more than the ideal of hot sexy abs, better lunges for a better ass, or thoughts on how to spice up a chicken salad.  Pardon the Socratic moment, but most days I feel I don’t know shit about fitness – and it is my profession.  I can’t imagine why so many seem to know so much more than I.  Be well.  rc 

Comments are open, you are now free to move about the blog…. beeeeeep.

Type and be heard…

The Setup

Somewhere in Nebraska there is a meandering two lane road.  The road winds between hills formed from wind-blown sand and held together by wild grasses through the ages.  The road rarely sees traffic; the occasional farm truck, big-rig, or lost tourist.  Its broken shoulders are adorned with heartland rust.  Between two sections of a fading yellow line that divides the road is a weathered aluminum can which has been crushed and re-crushed by countless truck tires.  That can, between those two yellow lines, on that meandering rustic road, might be the only object on earth that doesn’t have its own blog.

Even the can left the road to start ww.canblog.com... Its a joke, don't look for it.

The Future

When I was 8, I thought the future would have flying cars which could turn into a briefcase at the push of a button.  Perhaps I might push a button in my kitchen and a steamed lobster would appear on demand.  Another button still, might be pushed and my dog would be walked for me.  Regardless of my need, in my future, button pushing would be important – the Jetsons told me so.  More on that later. 

My dad promised this would be my future...

The Axiom

“When followers choose to lead, leaders will be forced to follow.” Perhaps the greatest opportunity for the manifestation of this conviction exists in the sum of blogging and reciprocating commentaries.  That’s what makes blogging and social networking so miraculous; that they not only give a voice to the human constituency, but they may just give it a chance. Voices can be shared with other voices, forming stronger voices still.  Awareness spreads, ideas grow, possibilities increase, and change becomes more probable.  Though this also applies to all opposing ideas, opinions, intentions, and declarations, in this age, many more are included in the discourse.

My Little World

I write what I guess would be called a fitness blog.  Really it’s not.  Fitness is the guise I use to share my own opinions, ideas, and intentions, including this one.  I write about everything from faith, to business, to politics, government, and family values – all in the name of squats, broccoli, and a better resting heart-rate.  Even if what I share affects few people, and influences fewer issues, I feel like I have more of a voice and a greater opportunity than ever to be included in the conversation.  That voice spreads further as I participate in the conversations of others who’s blogs allow me the opportunity to respond. 

Frick!!! If only I could shut off my brain...

Social Networking Critics

I’m not suggesting that all blogging and social networking carry some degree of merit.  There is a great deal more crap out there than substance, and I am supremely guilty of feeding the crap machine.  But even that, the sharing with dozens or hundreds of people at a time, which soup I had for lunch, or that I just picked my nose and it was ‘kinda gooey’, is a release for me – and apparently it is a release for tens of millions of others. 

Many suggest this fodder is an enormous waste of time; perhaps it is.  I am suggesting that most of us are just longing to speak, if not be heard.  Social networking allows us the chance to speak, even if nobody is listening.  That we may get a response is a cherry on top of the shout-out.

Blogging Critics

To those who suggest that information blogging isn’t real journalism; take a look around – it is the new journalism and the evolution continues.  As the roots of this kind of information blogging continue to spread, to choke out, and to take market-share away from traditional journalism, I will suggest that the followers have chosen to lead, and the leaders have been forced to follow.

An Unfolding Reality

Our time is one of an unfolding blossom of increased intercommunication and an increased interdependency; individuals rising to what they feel might be a higher purpose with their voices and their finger tips.  Where I once thought blogging and social networking were a bridge to not very much, it now appears to me, they just might be a bridge to anyone and to everywhere. 

 The future is here, and though button pushing  does not turn my car into a breifcase, button pushing is central in this age.  A majority of the button pushing that is done, by a majority of the people it seems, is done on keyboard keys just like these — and for good reason. Be well.  rc