Twitter quitter

I just deleted my Twitter account, and I feel great. I’ve made a valiant attempt to Twitter for well over a year. I’ve been a fairly early adapter in almost everything 2.0, and I have found many tools very useful. Other tools I’ve cast aside, but my judgment has pretty much paralleled that of others. However, while the world is ga ga for this Twitter thing, it just isn’t me. I’ve tried – honest. But every time I get another E-mail that someone is following me (most of them, other Twitterers with sleazy sounding names) I get the creeps.

My daily life is pretty dull, a lot of the mundane stuff of management. Other more interesting stuff that I could write falls under privileged information that I don’t even tell my walking partner, and she’s a furry yellow lab. And as for my daily life, it’s just plain boring. . . bought flowers, planted flowers, tried to run over rabbit that ate my flowers.

I’ve tried following some people. During the political campaigns (were they only a year ago?), I tried following candidates to learn something about them. All I got in my Twitter collector was well-crafted sound bites, probably written by staff members. And tweets from other lesser known folks are definitely TMI! As for other tweets, at best, I just plain don’t care. While I’m looking for something professionally, or even culturally enlightening, I find out that “the cat threw up.” Ewwwww.

So, I guess for now I’m just not one of the hip or cool kids. But, just in case I have a change of heart, I followed Twitter’s directions for preserving my name ;^) And maybe I’ll be back.

Now, if I could just find a support group for casting off Twitter guilt.

Memorial Day

A charcoal-grilled hamburger (no gas cooking here), potato salad, a cold beer, rhubarb crisp — ah, now it’s summer. All on our newly built deck. I doubt that nowhere in the world does anyone glory in a sunny warm day more than in Minnesota, and especially after this past winter, the longest the natives remember for a long time. I remember previous years that we hoped for at least one dry cookout-worthy day during the Memorial Day weekend, since this part of May is typically rainy. Not so this year — the lawn is already crunchy dry, and we’re hoping for rain. Not a good omen for the farmers!

According to the History Channel site, Memorial Day was first widely observed on May 30, 1868, to commemorate the sacrifices of Civil War soldiers, by proclamation of General John A. Logan of the Grand Army of the Republic, an organization of former sailors and soldiers. In 1971, Congress declared Memorial Day a national holiday to be celebrated the last Monday in May. In my memory, while we celebrate the memory of veterans’ sacrifices, we also decorate family graves on Memorial Day. And so, this weekend we ran between multiple cemeteries, placing decorations and flowers.

There are two constants in almost all small towns around here . . . a library (of course) and some kind of park that memorializes local war heroes. Just across the state border in my hometown, there is a bench remembering my cousin, killed in Vietnam. Also a wall, that looks not so strangely like one in Washington D.C., that honors all local guys and gals who’ve served in the military service.Mirror Lake Park, Mondovi WI

Help is on the way, call 9-1-1

May 10-16 is National Police Week. In public libraries, we are so confident that a call to 911 will make it all OK, and law enforcement personnel have never let us down. In the last year my librarians have called for assistance from local law enforcement for injured persons, unwelcome animals, a car crashing through the wall, a broken window, a gas leak, unwelcome advances to children, inebriated visitors, unidentified smoke, and these are only the ones that were reported to me. For all the assistance from city police, county deputies, and yes – even state troopers I and my staff are so thankful.

In rural areas across the country, many library staff members work alone, and they are backed up by the telephone on their desk and the dispatch center only 3 digits away — 9-1-1.

While my law enforcement friends tell me that interactions at libraries are some of their easier calls, I’m well aware of the danger those LE folks regularly face. According to the Officer Down Memorial Page, thus far in 2009, 50 Officers have been killed. In all of 2008, there were 136 LE deaths.

Heavy on the hearts and hopeful is my community for the condition of hometown high school standout and now Mahnomen County Deputy Chris Dewey. The Deputy was shot in the head and abdomen and has suffered several setbacks during his therapy for traumatic brain injury. All of his and his family’s suffering because he answered a call one fateful night in February.

While thus far the police calls to libraries have been quickly resolved, I know that there is the potential for both my staff and the responding officer to face threats. I thank those officers for every time they rush to the aid of libraries to protect my staff and the public from potential danger.

Social network is mainstream

It totally amazes me how quickly Web 2.0 or social networking has moved from a gee-whiz cool tool to part of the fabric of our lives. One of the best uses of a social networking tool is any of the blog-like sites that facilitate communication for families when they are at the lowest point of their lives.

Not so long ago, a friend of mine was dying. It was 6 years ago that he was diagnosed with a cancer that had no cure. His family and friends were scattered far and wide. While they all cared deeply, my friend had lots of living to do in his last year, and spending his remaining year writing and calling everyone on a regular basis didn’t seem like the best use of his time. So we created a website just for him, documenting his doings with the photographs that were taken of the places and people with whom he spent his last year. It was quite novel to most people, and they loved it! The hours I spent writing the html code for the site were a labor of love for him and his family.

Fast forward to the present. Another one, this time a very small person who is very dear to me, receives a potentially terminal diagnosis. His family and friends are scattered far and wide, and desperate for information, a morsel of hope that he will beat the big C (or in his case ALL). But mom and dad and the close army of defenders that surround him are totally engaged in providing for his care. How to keep his wider supporters informed without spending hours in physical individual communication. Another website? Not this time; now we have a ready-made tool, and broadcasting regular updates (both the speed bumps and the triumphs) is so simplified that almost anyone with an Internet connection can do it.

So commonplace are new tools that when my little darling got sick, everyone I knew asked “what’s his CaringBridge site?” Not “does he have one?” And yes, on day 3 following the frantic medevac flight to save his life his dad (following the hospital’s suggestion) had posted the first CaringBridge post. Since then his parents have posted 99 entries, 14,336 visitors have read the site, and 504 messages of hope and love have been left for him and his family. All that positive energy can’t hurt — he is doing very well!

Another CaringBridge link with which I have a peripheral connection is that of a law enforcement officer who was shot in the line of duty 2 1/2 months ago. A nationwide support network follows his struggles and is praying for him. As of tonight there have been 430,980 visits to his site.

So many people have told us how much they have appreciated the updates. In order to find the site, one must know the directory name, which gives a modicum of privacy. One gentleman related that some time ago when he had a family member gravely ill, the family spent all their time on the telephone updating relatives. Likewise, when I was a pre-teen, my father was in intensive care for quite a while. When we got home from the hospital the phone rang steady, until my mother couldn’t stand it any more and assigned us kids to give the daily update. These networking sites facilitate communication, saving much effort and energy for caretakers.

CaringBridge has been around since 1997, when Sona Mehring’s friend had a high-risk pregnancy. According to the CaringBridge website: With extensive experience in the information technology industry, Sona’s vision was to build upon that formative and deeply personal experience – combining the capabilities of technology with the personal needs of people facing a crisis. In the years since, Sona and CaringBridge have become widely known for the creation and implementation of Compassion Technology™ that facilitates personal and convenient communication for individuals receiving care.

A similar social network type service was founded by Eric and Sharon Langshur in 2000. According to their CarePages online community site: When their son, Matthew, was born with a heart defect in 1998 and needed surgery, Eric and Sharon struggled to find a way to keep in touch with family and friends about Matthew’s condition. Sharon’s brother set up the first CarePages patient website to help. Today, Matthew is a healthy, happy child, and CarePages has grown to reach millions of families across the globe.

Around here (in Minnesota) CaringBridge is the dominant site – could be because it’s based in Eagan MN. CaringBridge derives 80% of its support from donations of users. I’m a little disappointed at the number of ads on the CarePages site, but they gotta pay the bills, I guess! Something else I found while researching for this post (librarians do their research, you know) — Yahoo’s Goodsearch donates to CaringBridge for every search run through its Yahoo search utility. From now on, that’s where I’ll start my searches ;^) (sorry, Google). Just enter “caringbridge” in the box designating who you want to benefit. There’s also a goodshop site that donates portions of sales (I’ll have to check that out — a good excuse to shop).

We’ve come a long way in a short time. Social networking and online communities are part of our lives, and I’m glad to be part of it.