Social Media Everywhere

In case there was any doubt that social media is seeping into every aspect of our daily lives, let me assure you it has.  This morning I was sitting in the doctor's office as my wife was undergoing a medical procedure. I brought along my iPad and Clear Spot to do some research for a grad paper and honestly to catch up on some reading on my FlipBoard app.  

While was I was flipping through blog posts, I overheard an eighty-something woman talking to her younger friend (in her seventies) about reading something or another on Facebook.  I was so shocked by the conversation, I accidentally hit a play button on a YouTube video embedded in one of the posts I had been reading.  I scrambled to find the mute button, apologized and everyone just kinda went about their business, like it was no big deal that the iPad had blared out.

Two other guys (presumably also waiting for their wives) had their laptops and iPods out, probably checking some account or another.  After waiting for an hour I was finally called back to the recovery room.  Soon the nurse came back with pictures of the procedure.  My wife looks up at me and says, "which of these should I post on Facebook?'

Townview May Lose Administrators

According to a brief interview with Dr. Hinojosa Friday afternoon, Townview will not be reconstituted.  Instead, it may face the loss of some of its administrators. According to the video below, Hinojosa will meet with the Townview administrators again some time today.

Hanging out with Picasso & Hemingway

The other night I had the most crazy, yet lucid dream. I was hanging out with Pablo Picasso and Earnest Hemingway. We were in a large European home, eating great food, drinking superb wine and engaging in dialectic dialogue or should I say tri-logue.

We critiqued each other's work.  We threw insults like an assassin might daggers. Neither of us showed any twinge of being hurt by these jabs.  That wouldn't be manly. Instead, we proceeded to try and one up each other's insolence.  This led to loud laughter.  At one point while we were joking, Papa rapped me on the back with his big hand and I spewed wine all over myself. 

The night ended with each of challenging the other to see who could last the longest wrestling the Devil. The wrestling matches will have to wait for another night.

Oh, did I mention the entire dream was in Spanish? I don't even speak Spanish on a normal basis, let alone think in Spanish.  I am trying to still figure out what triggered the dream. I am not going to lie; it was fun. Perhaps it was an undigested potato.