Pardon my error, Dear Friend unknowingly pointed it out for me earlier today. Lymeric was not the term I was looking for but illiteration. Anyway, fun, lyric exercise. I plan on one per letter.

I'm on lunch right now. Hmmm, and it was good. Seafood chowder soup. I'm not sure what exactly was in it, but it went down all right and I didn't choke. So all's well.

On the ear front, I am getting back to normal...well, sort of. I am still rather clogged, but the edge of the pain is gone. Not sure if that's a sign of healing or a sign of the three pain killers I'm on. But who cares, right? It's getting better, so I am glad.

Here is a issue that myself and many of my constituants have been struggling with as of late. We use texts, and blogs, and Face Book and My Space, and we put our lives in print, in a way. But let's be honest, it isn't all of ourselves. It is a piece of ourselves, the parts we want to share. I would equate it to the first few months of dating someone new. We each reveal little bits of ourselves, but hold back on what may deemed as questionable to others. So in cyberworld, for the most part, we are at our best of humor, intelligence and character. It's rather a relief in a way that one can censor their personality to fit into the cyber character they choose to be.

Who likes to face their own faults? Who wants to admit that they can be unbearable in the morning...or that they hate kittens and puppies....it could be viewed as unacceptable.

But I question where this will lead us. We turn to cyberworld, for matchmaking, for visiting with friends and family...all good causes. But will we loose our humanity? Isn't what makes us human the fact that we feel....good and bad....happy and sad....the bad is necessary to appreciate the good.

Oh, well, lunchtime is up and so are these ramblings...next time, perhaps one of Songbird's songs.