Today is November 18th and this entry will not be posted for 30 days.
The last few days have been pretty quiet and uneventful. Obviously, I haven't had to vent as much because it's been a few days since I blogged about the project. I was thinking this morning about how journaling might've helped me in the formative years of my life; before blogging. Despite the Cyber Death Project, writing about my days has been pretty theraputic even if no one can read it or respond immediately to my issues. The thing about social media is, it's two-way communication. So, if you put something out there, you have a high chance of getting it back. My time on Facebook has been pretty limited, even though I've allowed myself to reply to other people's status updates. I think this has made me a bit more productive. There are just 15 more days to go in this project. I'm not sure how I'll be once I'm finally able to tweet again. Maybe it won't be as important anymore?
By the way, I had my first twitter follower recognize my absence yesterday. While I haven't responded, a shout out to @dasjr! Thanks for recognizing my lovely thoughts and tweets weren't around anymore.
I'm currently in the computer lab at the University waiting for my journalism class to begin. We're doing a simulation on going out for a case based on a shooting that happened locally several years ago. We get to listen to the audio of interviews and see video of the crime scene. I'm not so sure I'm going to like this. My professor just walked behind me and saw me blogging. I'm just honing my writing abilities...though class doesn't start for another 20 minutes.
Speaking of classes, in my PR Campaigns class yesterday, Dr. Bond showed us video clips of cases in our book about previous PR Campaigns. One of them was a "Save the Sharks" campaign. I'm not an animal rights activist, though I understand their passion. However, when he was about to show the video on the case, I really wasn't that interested...until the second video. It was showing these shark fishermen catching sharks, de-finning them while they are still alive, and throwing their bodies back into the ocean to die...no fins left on them to survive. I winced. It actually made me a little sad, too. I mean, I know we kill animals for food, but I always just had this grand idea that everything was humane and everything was used. I don't like seafood, so I'm sure I never would've been willing to try Shark Fin Soup. Part of me became really disappointed, though. I could just imagine God looking down at the way we treat things He lovingly created and how disappointed He must be in it all. From maming sharks to killing each other...I don't think this is quite how He meant for His creation to end up. Sad.
The last few days have been pretty quiet and uneventful. Obviously, I haven't had to vent as much because it's been a few days since I blogged about the project. I was thinking this morning about how journaling might've helped me in the formative years of my life; before blogging. Despite the Cyber Death Project, writing about my days has been pretty theraputic even if no one can read it or respond immediately to my issues. The thing about social media is, it's two-way communication. So, if you put something out there, you have a high chance of getting it back. My time on Facebook has been pretty limited, even though I've allowed myself to reply to other people's status updates. I think this has made me a bit more productive. There are just 15 more days to go in this project. I'm not sure how I'll be once I'm finally able to tweet again. Maybe it won't be as important anymore?
By the way, I had my first twitter follower recognize my absence yesterday. While I haven't responded, a shout out to @dasjr! Thanks for recognizing my lovely thoughts and tweets weren't around anymore.
I'm currently in the computer lab at the University waiting for my journalism class to begin. We're doing a simulation on going out for a case based on a shooting that happened locally several years ago. We get to listen to the audio of interviews and see video of the crime scene. I'm not so sure I'm going to like this. My professor just walked behind me and saw me blogging. I'm just honing my writing abilities...though class doesn't start for another 20 minutes.
Speaking of classes, in my PR Campaigns class yesterday, Dr. Bond showed us video clips of cases in our book about previous PR Campaigns. One of them was a "Save the Sharks" campaign. I'm not an animal rights activist, though I understand their passion. However, when he was about to show the video on the case, I really wasn't that interested...until the second video. It was showing these shark fishermen catching sharks, de-finning them while they are still alive, and throwing their bodies back into the ocean to die...no fins left on them to survive. I winced. It actually made me a little sad, too. I mean, I know we kill animals for food, but I always just had this grand idea that everything was humane and everything was used. I don't like seafood, so I'm sure I never would've been willing to try Shark Fin Soup. Part of me became really disappointed, though. I could just imagine God looking down at the way we treat things He lovingly created and how disappointed He must be in it all. From maming sharks to killing each other...I don't think this is quite how He meant for His creation to end up. Sad.
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