I’m fine. Just temporarily banned from Facebook.

I woke up this morning to an email from Facebook informing me that a post on one of the US Army Entertainment pages I administer had violated Facebook’s terms of service. As a result, that page, and my personal Facebook account were suspended. I have absolutely no idea what was posted. However, I suspect that someone trolled the page and posted a comment with something so vile that Facebook had to shut it down. But, again, I have no idea what happened.

So, I haven’t gone off in a huff. I’m just in the time out box for a while. Ironically, I was actually enjoying Facebook this time around.

Happy Thanksgiving!

31 years ago on Thanksgiving, I was in the Kearney Community Hospital with a broken neck, after I had totalled my brother’s BMW . This year, I was in the Sørlandet Sykehus in Arendal having elective surgery on my foot. I prefer this year’s model.

Election Day, 2020

Peace and serenity were our companions when this was taken today just before 09:00 out at Rossevann during our daily walk.  It was a bit muddy out in the woods, but the sun was just breaking through when we rounded the corner down on the old logging road.  

I fear that peace and serenity will not reign in my old homeland today.  Chaos seems likely to be America’s companion for the near future.  I wish her well.  I hope that whatever the decision, she can live with it with some measure of grace and dignity.  

We’ll see…

How I learned to stop worrying and do nothing.

I am currently reading “How To Do Nothing” by Jenny Odell.  It’s a fascinating book and has pushed me over the edge of the social media globus.  Today I deleted my Facebook, Instagram, and Twitter accounts.  I also deleted Google News and TikTok from my phone.  I had stopped looking at those sites a few weeks ago and nothing happened, except that I was a lot less stressed.  Odell is correct when she says that visiting social media sites leaves you in a state of low-grade dread.  In my case it also lead to a state of high-grade anger.  So…enough of that shit.

And now for something beautiful:

To those of you who may be concerned…

If I unfriended you on Facebook and you were surprised, I am sorry.  

However, I have come to understand that Facebook is not good for me or my family.  It was as if I was having a conversation that was being evaluated by 500 people, I don’t need that.  No one needs that.

So, I’m not mad at you in the collective, or at you in the specific.  I’m just not going to bathe in the cesspool turd bath that Facebook has become.

And now for something fun: