The SMART Act, Facebook, and My Waist

“If you trust in yourself… and believe in your dreams… and follow your star… you’ll still get beaten by people who spent their time working hard and learning things and weren't so lazy.” ~ Terry Pratchett (there is a slight chance that I might’ve overused this quote, but… I don’t care)

Now, three not-so-random bits of wild living…

1. SMART Act: I’ve been reducing my social media usage—in order to write more (books keep refusing to publish themselves. The horror!). When I told a friend about this, she said, “SMART got to you, huh?” When I gave her my blankest look, she told me of The Social Media Addiction Reduction Technology (SMART) Act.

2. Adios Facebook Profile: I was going to say goodbye to Facebook, but there are still a handful of you with who I can only connect through the book of faces. So, I will change my profile into a page instead. Doing this will convert (according to Facebook) my profile Friends and Followers into page Likes. I need to keep a personal account, in order to manage the page, but… I will only friend my Mother in Law, The Boy, and my Piano Man… Anything else facebookish, I shall do through the page (which means that I will only be able to comment on public posts). My Instagram account shall remain as is.

3. An Inch at a Time: I’ve lost a bit over an inch of my waist in the last 3 months. I’m quite pleased with myself… and can’t wait until my latest surgical site heals, so that I can start trampolining and hiking and calisthenic(ing) my chunkaliciousness away.

What about you, my Wicked Luvs? What have you been up to?

 

joining Khaya’s Random Things and Blogging Around with Rommy

Woozy but Open-Eyed

“Perfume is a story in odor.” ~ Jean Claude Ellena

One wished for a poem inspired by perfume. The other asked for a poem brewed out of a quote. I wanted to birth a cherita. So, yes… I did all three.

the poem (cherita):

unstoppable changes,

(the most pungent

of perfumes)

leave my soul

woozy

but open-eyed

for the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads (Pick 2 Prompts, Any Prompts! then Senryū or Elfchen or Cherita) and Poets United (Poetry Pantry #487). I picked Sanaa’s Perfume and Toni’s “Poetry begins with a lump in the throat”

if you are visiting for the poetry alone, then you are already done. If not (and you wish to delight in the rest of the word yum) go ahead, read on…

3 wild bits of living:

 1. According to Flash Rosenberg, “humans get a lot done, not because we’re smart, but because we have thumbs…” She is correct. My thumbs are slightly useless, at the moment, and time seems to spill out of my clumsy grasp, as I stumble and fumble and take eons to do things I used to accomplish in seconds (turn doorknobs, put on my pants…). My doctors and I hope it’s temporary. If not, well… I shall make it work. I always do.

2. My old blog (which I’ve unpublished) continues to have RSS compatibility issues: I can’t add it to Bloglovin’, readers get no notifications, I get no notifications. It’s a mess… I tried to fix it (but couldn’t), friends who understand this stuff better than I do tried to fix it (but couldn’t), strangers whose entire job revolves around fixing this sort of blog thing tried to fix it (but found themselves just as frustrated as the rest of us lay(wo)men).

3. I refuse to waste time (I don’t have) fighting things I can’t change. So… welcome to my new blog, Guerrero Words, which I invite you to follow through Bloglovin’ (click the link), or by email (on the sidebar), or through Blogger widget (also on the sidebar). Or, if you are feeling extra daring—and trust these blog following thingies as little as I do—I suggest you sign up for all three (3 is a delicious number).

Enjoy the poetry. Join the wild bits of living discussion. Be freaking fantastic.

my latest pin find. Look at those wings go!