I would rather live in the Sectch again

Sometimes, it occurs to me that I am using this blog inappropriately. I found the most amazing blog via a friends blog by a girl who just totally rocks and she has this cartoon about how one should be contemplative before publishing a blog. I totally agree. But I refuse to do it...why? Maybe it is just where I am at right now. For whatever part is my doing or not, I have not had the most mellow last 5 years. I got to gradschool and found out I was pregnant and it has all just gotten a little crazy since then. A year ago I scoffed at blogs. Now I have 2--well 3 but I only write on 2. I am now scoffing at social networking, although I started a facebook page and am slightly addicted...and hating it at the same time. Really, hating it. I feel like voyeurism is so appealing and I feel like until you reach a certain level voyeurism is what is enabled by social networking and I feel like after you reach a certain level what is achieved is relation via electronic medium....and I feel like that is dangerous...because for me anyways, boundaries are not always clear via electronics. impressions are created in nanoseconds hearts are won or lost....folks who look good are superfaced, and well....I like hanging out with real people. A long time ago we lived in what we called THE SECTCH. There were 8 of us, plus Danica. We shared rooms and beds and many tears and lots of laughter and too many dirty dishes and a lot of we-- well, you know and also Carlo Rossi and the Dead and Merl and Phish and of course Bob and Toots and homework and we loved each other. Then. We left. And Japhy died and...those are still my favorite people in the world. If I could "facebook" with just them, or follow them on twitter...I would. I haven't been able to find Japhy there though. (I did find T and C and D and J). I don't mean to say that people who do get into that stuff are shallow, or stupid, or out of touch with the world or anything. Actually, they are likely none of those things (one could argue they are more "in touch")...I do mean to say that I find it a perversion...a perversion based on an attempt at a solution to a problem that cannot be solved electronically. Alienation. From intimacy and warmth and trust and commitment and depth. What i want right now is a cabin in the woods. There is a crick running through and tall pines. It is just me, and a journal and good books and a fire. That would make me feel human again...the rest of this bullsh-t makes me feel like a cyborg. I didn't have a cell phone until River was born and C and I decided that we needed it for emergencies. Before that I kept asking..."If you didn't have that thing imagine how spontaneous your interactions could be. What does it do to "fate" "chance" "destiny" to be iming and twittering and calling and texting...all-the-time? Who do you miss passing you by because you are networking with your head in your phone as you walk? What other phenomena in your environment do you miss cause you want to twitter about the one you just saw. Really. We will never know, it is too late and destiny has likely been changed for good.