We Are The Ones Song

Well, this was supposed to have a nice embedded link, showing a couple of videos from www.dipdive.com, a site created by will.i.am of the Black Eyed Peas.

Instead, here are some screen shots from the video called "We Are the Ones", and here's a link to www.dipdive.com, so you can go there and watch the two videos yourself!
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I have 34 friends :)

I have 34 friends. I have 34 friends!!!!! (on Facebook, that is)

I can view my friends. I can edit how I know them. I can confirm how they know me. I can see what friends we have in common. I can look at pictures of them (one of my friends is pictured here), unless they didn't upload any photos and just have a great big question mark instead of a face.

I can check out their interests, find out things like their birthday, college, their relationship status (including whether they're looking for men or women), books they've read, how fast they've done sudoku, even their extremely accurate IQ testing, if they've done it.

I think I need to 'unfriend' one of my friends because when I looked at his photos, he had pictures of STRIPPERS!!!!!!!! And he is in the North Park Network!! For shame! Yes, remove that friend, definitely! (turns out he has the same name as someone I went to school with, but he's obviously neither that person nor too picky about his friends, since he blandly accepted me as a friend without even seeing if he knew me)

I can see how many friends my friends have. (They range from having 7 to 914 friends; I've given up trying to figure out how many we have together.) Wait... 914??? Compared to my measly 34 - well actually 33 - friends? Now I'm feeling a little inferior.

My son says he quit Facebook because it was just a popularity contest to see how many friends you can get. Hmmm... I joined a group on Facebook called "I bet I can find 1,000,000 people who dislike George Bush." (haha! They not only found 1M people, they've now started the search for FIVE million)

So maybe they should include another category of who you're NOT friends with - I have two people already (Bush and stripper-friend guy) to put there...

Ssppprrrrriiiiiiiinnnnnngggggggg

If we have to drag it kicking and screaming, Spring WILL come to Chicago.

This view of the sidewalk in front of my house is actually somewhat welcome, because the puddles tend to appear each afternoon and mostly recede overnight. This means that the seemingly never-ending snow is actually disappearing, bit by bit.

If you look very closely, you can see the reflection of actual blue sky here. And as I walk around my block, the last couple of days have uncovered lots of yard space, the brown grass finally being able to show itself again and receive the light of the sun!

I heart Medellín!

I uploaded a bunch of pictures from my trip to Medellín 15 months ago. I also looked up other people's photos of the same places I visited. And I have come to the following conclusion: I LOVE MEDELLÍN, COLOMBIA!

There's a feeling when you think of a person, a place, even a pet, and your heart just pulls with the desire to be with that person, in that place again. I don't know how long it's going to take me to be able to visit again, but I will be back. And I can't wait to see some of my favorites and go to some new spots, too. If I could stay three weeks, I would. But I will be back.

It's a small world after all

Okay, so I know that the internet connects everybody, it's a small world after all, blah blah blah. And I've used it to check out pages in a few other countries, and tons of locations within the US. But I've always felt like I've been getting information, rather than being connected.

My photo pages on flickr are totally giving me that connected feel. I am so delighted when I see that someone has actually viewed my photo. My photo!!! And I didn't even ask them to!!

So I now have three people (total strangers, all) who have become my contacts - I've connected with them as we discuss our photos. They post a comment on one of mine, I post a comment on one of theirs. I can look at my contact page to see who's posted fresh stuff.

And the cool thing about it is that they are Photographers. Really. Big P. My pathetic attempts at photography pale in comparison with theirs, but they are gracious and say nice things to me.

Late last night (early this morning, really), I was uploading more photos from my Colombia trip. Before I had titles and captions done, a couple of them had visits.

Small world? You bet! (yea!)