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  • ivanildotrindade 9:08 pm on August 28, 2012 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: applications, apps, Facebook, facebook apps, Facebook user, games online   

    The Anti-Facebook Facebook User 

    I am very sorry to tell you but I am a lousy social media user. Part of that is haven’t grown up with computers. The first time I ever used a computer I was well in my 30’s. In fact, the first time I ever watched T.V. I was a teenager. So I am still trying to catch up to technology.

    Take Facebook. I am an anti-Facebook FB user. Except for family members, I have not asked people to become my friends on FB; I have never downloaded an application to my FB page, never played a game, and only rarely have I exchanged instant messages through FB. And worse of all, I let invitations to become my friends pile up to high heaven. From time to time I have closed my FB account and I have set all kinds of controls as far as the updates and posts I get from friends.

    It is not that I don’t find FB useful or even fun. My problem is I have no extra time to spend with it. I have friends who can post 20+ pictures with some cheesy message at one sitting. I don’t have patience for that. When it happens, it usually is the last time that it happens on my FB page.

    And I never cease to be amazed at the stuff that people post on FB. “Can’t wait to leave on vacation in a couple of hours. 7 days on the Atlantic.” That’s like saying, “Welcome to my soon to be vacant house — leave the thermostat at 70 when leaving, please.” And all the posts about where people are at this moment, what they are eating, why they feel hurt, who said what about who and when, etc., etc.

    Now, to be fair, even I am not immune to posting dumb things on FB. A picture of an injured toe or an arm with stitches looking fleshy, to give just a couple of examples. I have regretted those choices and have promised myself to be more careful in the future.

    I never ask people to re-post anything (why would people say things like, “If you care about breast cancer, post this on your wall for one hour”?). I mean, who doesn’t care about breast cancer? I only rarely join causes and generally speaking dislike all the links that people give you to vote on them or their business for this or that prize. I don’t believe in anything that is offered for “free” on FB.

    I feel bad because a lot of people take FB a lot more seriously than me. I met a lady in church the other day. I was excited to meet her for what I thought was the first time, but then she sad, “We are friends on Facebook.” Really? You mean now I have to keep track of all my “friends” on FB, in case I might run into them in church some day? That’s about 800 more people whose names I have to remember now?

    I am sorry. I may have to simply forget FB. Meanwhile, if you are my friend on FB, don’t send me a request or an invitation to join a group or a cause. If I want to do that, I will do the homework myself. But if you insist, please don’t be upset if I don’t join.

    Ivanildo C. Trindade

  • ivanildotrindade 7:48 pm on August 27, 2012 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: foods, , same old, sameness, shrimp   

    Welcome to “same old, same old” 

    Hello friends. I am back in the blogging world. My apologies to all my faithful readers — all 20 of you!

    I have had a rather unusual summer. Between Asia, Brazil, the U.S., I couldn’t keep track of where I was. I didn’t watch T.V. I was on the Internet only rarely, but on the other hand, I ate foods that just thinking about the experience makes my mouth go into a liquid spasm.

    To give you an idea, when I arrived in Macapá, northern Brazil, after settling my team down, I walked up the hill to my childhood home — the same wooden house where I lived from 1966-76. There, on the long, wooden table, sat my Mom and my dad. She had prepared my favorite shrimp dish — shrimp peeled and steamed with the smoke from the fire, with some special condiments you can only find in Brazil…

    It was the beginning of my journey into eight fresh new pounds I gained while in Brazil. But I had prepared myself for it. I lost about half of the eight I would eventually gain. I call it “lose it forward.” But the deficit is still here and I am attacking it. I just ran a 5K race in Wooster about one week ago to help raise funds to support our rescue efforts in SE Asia, but it will take a lot more than this to go back to status quo ante.

    And all that is a metaphor for what is going on in the world. I sort of “checked out” for a while, and when I return, it is back to the status quo — Christians are still being brutally murdered by Islamic militants in Nigeria, innocent people are still being killed by the forces of a brutal dictator in Syria, crazy people are still showing up and shooting unsuspecting people, and hurricanes are menacing the Gulf coast just like they always do.

    So I welcome you back to same old same old, including my ramblings, which I hope I will give you a little more of, starting today.

    Ivanildo C. Trindade

  • ivanildotrindade 8:03 pm on August 6, 2012 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: absent fathers, Andy Reid, Drug overdose, Eagles, Green Bay Packers, Joe Philbin, Miami Dolphins, Philadelphia Eagles, saving boys, tragic losses, troubled boys, troubled families   

    Saving Troubled Boys 

    I don’t know about you but the more I live the more I feel that being rich and privileged is more of a liability than an asset.

    Today I woke up to the tragic news of the death of Philadelphia Eagles Head Coach’s son, Garret Reid. He was only 29. He seemed to be on the rebound from drug abuse. He was young. He had money. He died alone. He had a famous father.

    It was the second tragic death of a son of a football coach in just a few months. Michael Philbin, the 21 year old son of then offensive coordinator for the Green Bay Packers (now head coach of the Miami Dolphins), Joe Philbin, died after he fell into a Wisconsin river and drowned. Toxicology reports revealed that he had alcohol and marijuana in his system. He was young. He had money. He died alone. He had a famous father.

    Though troubled, one could argue these boys were just kids who were given too many toys, too early, freely. I don’t know anything about their dads or their family situations, but based on the demands of their respective jobs, I can only imagine that they were probably not present enough while their boys were growing up.

    Fathers are so quick to think that stuff can replace time with their children, so they lavish them with gifts that are cheap substitutes for a chat over an ice cream cone.

    But many fathers are also quick to make reparations when they realize the damage they have done. They modify their schedule. They change jobs. They seek help, they reach out to their boys who by now think they don’t need a dad. Their dad’s efforts are often met with derision by sons who by now believe their suffering has given them the right to a sullen existence, free from the constraints of a father, even a re-constituted one.

    Garret seemed to have reached his lowest in 2007 when he was sentenced to about two years in jail for a high speed car crash that he caused while high on heroin. During his sentence, he told the judge, “I don’t want to die doing drugs. I don’t want to be that kid who was the son of the head coach of the Eagles, who was spoiled and on drugs and OD’d and just faded into oblivion.” On the same day his younger brother Britt was sentenced to jail for a separate incident.

    That was apparently enough for coach Reid to get the message. The father of five took a leave of absence during the off season in 2007 to spend more time with his family. But it seems that it was already too late. How sad.

    Far it be from me to blame the fathers for the woes of their sons, but I do have questions: Were there early signs of trouble that were ignored? Were there other addiction problems in the household? Were mom and dad in agreement about how to run the household? Did one undermine the authority of the other? (I am asking this last question because I know of families where mom, in attempting to compensate for dad’s absence, pretty much gives the children whatever they want and never questions their behavior. I call this a sure proof way to raise a criminal).

    I am writing this post as a warning to fathers who have sons who may be straying right now. I hope you will do whatever you can to change your ways and open the door of your heart to let your son in. I know men who have done it. I am not going to say it is easy, but it is worth every effort for the sake of the many boys out there who can still be saved.

    Ivanildo C. Trindade

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