Hello Goodbye

I started this blog as a kind of travelogue, I guess. I was a hand-carry courier in early 2008 because I just wanted to fly and see new places. I don't really remember, but I have an archive!

Welcome to JackRabbit Cafe, my new blog and early warning device. Let's just say that it's in "beta" mode now, and will (hopefully) be tweaked and prodded until I like it enough to stop tweaking and prodding. I'm leaving sometime Sunday for Taipei, then Guadalajara, and decided that a blog may be the best way to record whatever journeys I may be taking. This first trip will total 16,500 air miles; that's more miles than I put on my '93 Mazda. This time, I'll be bringing the same, lousy Sony Vaio laptop that I used in Russia. If I decide to continue as a courier, I'll end up getting a Macbook; better for travel, great for writing and managing an online lifestyle.

So, this is my introductory post. Check back often for pungent pearls of wisdom and other random thoughts...

I ended up in Taipei and Guadalajara every week for six or so in a row, and while I dug both those cities, they, too, became more of the same.

Anyway, the blog has been tons of fun for a long time, through all my thicks and all my thins; elections, politics, sports, the health care debate--most everything except what I had for breakfast or when I clipped my fingernails--you know, the Facebook stuff.

But I think it's time to move along. I'm horrified at the concept of continually stating the obvious and simply reposting things I find repulsive, because Fox News is omnipresent, and they can speak for themselves.

And I'll never tell you about my fingernails, anyway.

Thank you for visiting here; I became enough of a Big Brother to recognize you, at least geographically. The Internet's a big place, and it's really cool that you came here.

This is your country.

I wish you peace.

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So Long, Larry; Stay Lo' Ta Da Flo'...

No more "Larry King Live"...

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Doesn't Facebook Know I Hate Long Goodbyes?

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(They know everything else about me...)

I have a Facebook page, but I've largely lost interest in it. Reading the latest Tourette's-like comments on the social networking site is the online equivalent of being trapped in an elevator with Chatty Cathy. My interest in playing Mafia Wars is non-existent. I don't keyboard-flirt. And I surely dread the possibility of reconnecting with some long-lost high school dude who sold me bad Mexican weed in the 1970s.
I read something in the Los Angeles Times this morning that piqued my interest. It's about a site called Seppukoo, which was built to allow a snarky way to exit Facebook while alerting your online "friends" that you have done so. Facebook's recent tweaking of their privacy settings actually results in less privacy, and it should be remembered that Facebook is not remotely a "community." Besides, I already have this blog, and if I want to shoot the shit with friends, I'll go old school and pick up the phone. Hell, e-mail is old school now, too.
So, I logged on to Seppukoo in an attempt to exit Facebook in a blaze of sarcastic glory. But guess what? Facebook's fascist overlords have jammed the site, and it's currently inoperable.
Here's the message I received when I tried to post that on Facebook:


I'll keep trying, though; something about that blaze of sarcastic glory appeals to the smart-ass in me...

(UPDATE): Responding to pissed-off users like, well, me, Facebook has changed their privacy settings again.

(Maybe I'll hang around. But don't invite me to play Mafia Wars anymore, OK?)