steamy coffin

i drag myself
onto the bus
carry my bag
like a
wet newspaper

small kids
old men
drooping women
chortling girls
jostle through
the rain
into this

drips off men
like the
tears of a city
still lost
in the fog
drowned in
soft headlines
flaccid cigarettes
cheap beer
long nights
burnt hours

the people
stand like
century cattle
faces follow
the pulse
of a smartphone
hands hold
slim slabs
of technology
buzzing into
the back of
their retinas

updates exhale
tweets yammer
eyes ignite
i sit in

bodies blend
into bags
coughs clog
the heavy air
and then
bus speaker shrieks

i am at
the last stop
everyone is
still swiping
slithers of news
but no one
a window




Woes of a Twitter Kid

Recently I resurrected my Facebook account. I needed to keep abreast on the page my company has, and so (with great reluctance) I went and signed on again with my account.

For months now while my Facebook lay deactivated, I needed another crowd to be part of, so I took to tweeting every so often. After I while I go use the chaotic home page and the amount of scrolling my thumb endured on my iPhone. Yet I started to feel at home in this world.

I guess I was annoyed with people on Facebook, and when some people are your friends and acquaintances, you don’t really want to hear about their frivolous social meandering, and sometimes you’re too scared to delete them at the same time. If you delete them…then you’ll be totally alone. No one around to annoy you, or play the part of a tiny voice (you’d rather swat than kill). It’s a catch 22, really.

So after barring myself from Facebook lurkers, and cyberphants I went about adding (or ‘following’ to use the correct jargon) all the interesting people, continents and air-fares away that shared a common interest. It was fun and exciting, and although it wasn’t going to help me get laid any sooner, it was at least a giant play-toy to keep my energetic brain at bay.

Getting back onto Facebook I started thinking, aren’t these posts pointless? Did I really have the gumption to find this drivel interesting once-upon-a-time? I think I’ve grown old. When a social network no longer excites you, it’s time to hire extra pall bearers, since the chances are…you’re aging.

It this groovy and expanding world, it feels sacrilege to admits this, but Facebook started to feel…awkward. I’m not the social network whore I used to be. I’m thriving on little chirps because they make me feel at ease now.

Occasionally it can be mindless, but I love the way everything is shorter, succinct. You don’t have space to write pages and pages of awful poetry. You only have 160 characters, and you’d better make seriously special if you interested in holding my attention.



It tweets while you sleep

My eyelids were twitching. Not in the way when someone tells a lie. While I attempted to sleep the other night it felt like they were clicking along like a typewriter, recording the dreams. It was odd. I had something similar happen to me some years back. I’d listen to music almost constantly through out the day. At night in an attempt to calm my mind down, I would imagine a giant iPod in my head. I’d give this massive click wheel a spin, and whatever artist it landed on…I’d start playing through one of their songs in my head. I use to test myself to measure the accuracy. Perhaps there was a band I would be afraid of? Nope. Never a hesitation.

The other night I had clicking eyelids. I need to learn to manage information in smaller chunks. The eyelid culprit was Twitter. I’ve had a blog for a while, and explore other nooks and nuances on the web, but never this type of…uh…what do you call it? Micro-blogging I guess.

140 characters to say as much as you want, whenever you want, as often as you want. It’s endless, and because it’s all text-based any number of Internet URLs, pictures, YouTube videos, and so forth can be shared. Yes it’s my foot in the door of social networking, since I’ve been on a diet or sorts. (A while ago I cut all contact to social networks.) It gave me time to look and see how I promote myself.

Why the sudden revelation with twitter? I heard about this service in the early 2000s. I shrugged it off and thought, well it’s just like having a dedicated Facebook status site, right? Maybe, but I find comfort in the fact you have a certain amount of anonymity. You can post a tweet (140 characters to say something profound), and that’s it. There is no ‘like’ button. Hooray! You won’t find lazy urchins pressing one button to say you did a reasonable job, and then bugger off.

Maybe it’s because I write incessantly that this has grabbed me. However, I always like to find a meaning behind my online ramblings. Today I’ll leave you this pearl of wisdom. Set aside time for social networking. You won’t want to get the same twitching eyelid syndrome, it’s not fun. Plus, it scares the ghosts away.



Keep your information hacker-free

I recently mentioned that I cut all ties with my social networks. During this process I realized that I need to beef my own personal security. I may not be a billionaire with a dozen off-shore investments, however, like anyone I’ve still got money in the bank. Having this said…It’s an absolute must that you have multiple passwords.

From time to time I set up Apple IDs for people (i.e. an account with iTunes online, that allows you to purchase Apps, Books, Music, etc). Often I get asked…”Well, can I just use the same password for my email and Apple ID?” My reply is sure you can, but that not very safe or clever. Rather spend some extra time one the Internet and invest in an App that remembers your passwords for you. An App I discovered on the App Store that does this very well is called oneSafe

It’s super user-friendly, and the extra bonus is you can add your Social Networking passwords (including various other accounts) to it such as Facebook, Twitter, Yahoo, Gmail, Pinterest, WordPress, and so the list continues. If you don’t have extra Benjamins lying around then you will most likely find a program for your computer that does a similar thing. The key thing to google is “eWallet” (minus the quotation marks). I found this useful App myself simply by typing in “remember passwords” (again without those beautiful quotes).

When I google something I always start out with a broad term, and sift through extra pages until I find exactly the thing I’m looking for. Sometimes the app you need isn’t always lurking in the first pages, and you need to punch a couple rounds into your trackpad to get to it. I’ve also included an excerpt from a fascinating article which also gives good advice on password protection. Click the link below if you want to read the full thing. Otherwise, good luck out there hopefully this will making you feel a little more safe. 😀

Until Apple fixes its porous iCloud security, here are some things you can do to protect yourself:

1. Make sure that you have a strong iCloud/Apple ID password. (Here’s how to change it).
Use unique passwords to protect different accounts (I recommend 1Password for this). If you’re using the same password for your online banking as your webmail account you’re asking to be hacked. At a minimum, use tiered passwords: a superstrong one for anything financial, another one for your email and a third for everything else.
2. Use a throwaway email address (that’s not linked to anything) for forms and retail-related spam. The less personal information that’s in it, the better.
3. Enable two-step verification on your Google account and protect it. Don’t use your primary email address for every retailer and web form that asks for it. (See #3 above.)
4. Buy a domain name, host it with an ISP you trust and set up email accounts on that domain for your high security/financial accounts. Use email accounts you control (not webmail) for high security applications and for password recovery.
5. Use different credit cards for Amazon and your Apple ID.
6. Back up your most important data to physical media that you control. Ideally two copies on-site and one off-site (at work, your parent’s or a friend’s house).

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