
Day 747, The end of winter and Facebook.
SocietySpring is finally here; the temperature is a few degrees above zero during the day now and is saw the first buds waking up from their winter sleep. Living closer to nature makes me more aware of the different seasons and the winter season last a good 5 months here so its nice that the light is coming back and that it is all green again pretty soon.
I did also some spring cleaning and not only in my house. I left Facebook a couple of weeks ago after many years. I guess all the commotion surrounding Facebook the last few weeks was the final straw, I just don’t trust them anymore. I am not so afraid that they misuse my data, I mostly posted for work and almost never look at the feed let alone fill out stupid quizzes or liked stuff. The only reason why I didn’t move away from it earlier is because Facebook is like a shortcut to a lot of old friends and I had some nice group with my buddies from the Marines for instance. Those things I will miss but I don’t like it that Facebook has more or less a monopoly and therefore it can do what it wants. Read this article and you understand my doubts about this young guy in charge of a company that has the power to change people’s minds and elections.
If it was up to me than I would make Facebook into a phone book where the contacts that you already have are available for other apps to use. The big problem for a new social platform is that your friends are not on there. If all my friends were also visible on a new Opensource Facebook alternative for instance I could interact with them with the rule-set of my app and not that of Facebook.
Facebook is not invented to bring you and your friends together, Facebook is invented to make money, and you know what that does with people.
Day 746, Ebb and flood.
Day's pictures, Poetry
For the tide to turn
the mind lays down its wavering stance
to overcome and rise again.
Day 745, branching thoughts.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Thoughts end like nature wills
on arrival the wanting haze slowly clears
thousand choices ends start anew.
Day 744, choices.
Day's pictures, Poetry
In between the darkness grasps
go left to embrace the long swell
or right and go unknown.
Day 743, grinded down.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Made all like the next
shaped by the ages pieces of one
all different formed our view.
Day 742, tidings.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I look at you lifeless
and the anger is calming me down
the tiding will take you.
Day 741, rain.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The cold rain leaves lines
and slowly more falls their way down
the rhythm plays your mood.
Day 740, the past.
Day's pictures, Poetry
I just opened my eyes
and see the past of you unclear
a hunter for a prey.
Day 739, walk.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The current is such that
the opportunity is there to see it
walking to the other side.
Day 738, a few minutes.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Suddenly I was there again
in the distance and staring to myself
for a few more minutes.
Day 737, tide.
Day's pictures, Poetry
The tide is her now
low and clear the surrounding of current
the ground of things are.
Day 736, inside or out.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Inside I look at you
a warm home to go and contemplate
and say little but everything.
Day 735, Window into the future.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Often, I see clear through
but on the surface when in focus
you see your future self.
Day 734, Perfect circle.
Day's pictures, Poetry
When you’re closing the circle
you have been pushed at different times
but pressure makes its rounds.
Day 733, power.
Day's pictures, Poetry
Standing to support our life
to hold in place by your embrace
and carry our current over.
