If you haven’t listened to Monica Lewinsky’s TED talk, please do. And then consider talking to your kids and grandkids about shame – and how to better handle their digital world.
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You may not care what happens to your online presence after you die, but think again.
I subscribe to Leo Notenboom’s blog “Ask Leo.” Leo is a true geek who writes about computer issues – and 99% of the time his columns are “over my head.” However, I continue to read just in case I might understand.
This week’s article “What Happens When I Die?” is for all of us—geeks and non-geeks. It gives TalkingBittersweet readers a good roadmap for how to end a person’s online data and pictures.
Whoa! That last sentence sounds so final, doesn’t it? I did for me as I typed it. It shows me how digitally connected I am. Did you have the same reaction?
Making technology both convenient and secure is a problem we deal with daily. We make trade-offs and use techniques that we hope strike an appropriate balance.
A more difficult dilemma that we rarely think about, however, is death. If something were to happen to you, would the people you leave behind be able to access the information they need? What happens to your encrypted data, online accounts, social media, online finances, pictures, and digital-whatever-else if for some reason you’re not around or able to access it?
I hear regularly from people frantically trying to access important, sentimental, or critical data that a recently deceased or incapacitated friend or family member has locked up tightly.
It’s not particularly pleasant to think about, but with all the security measures we put into place to keep bad people out, it’s worth having a plan for letting the good people in.
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You might argue that our President’s rhetoric doesn’t contribute to the increase in violence so, for now, let’s agree to disagree. You can still relate to David Brook’s New York Times column below.
If we can’t ban the guns people use to murder, can we step in before they reach for that gun? Why don’t lay people, especially men, get trained to become part of the solution?
What if you called your local school district, religious organization, or your County Social Services Department and asked?
Aksel Holland, age 17, died on April 10, 2018. Everyone who knew Aksel talks about how warm, loving, and intelligent he was.
His poem sets the bar for all of us.
It’s not tragic
It’s not your disease to pity
It’s not something for you to feel lucky
that you don’t have to deal with
It’s an illness. disgusting
It takes people and changes them
Ugly shadows of what they could have been
had their mind not revolted
You sing praises for those who can function
Those who shower, work, talk
And condemn the ones who need help the most
“Look at that crazy homeless man”
If I yell at the air, you draw back
If she bleeds from her arms you recoil. gross.
If he can’t get out of bed, he’s lazy
Illness is only valid when it’s ‘normal’
The only tragedy you are allowed to mourn
the only moment not reserved for us
is the loss of a soul, a life
that couldn’t stay above the current
Do not look at me with pity
do not look at me with disdain
I am just as human, just as real
as you, and I need your help
I am not the storm
We are not who you think
We are fighters, warriors against everything
that you refuse to see
Hello Again –
Here to wish you a pleasant Sunday, and pass along a passage from Rahel Remen’s book, My Grandfather’s Blessings: Stories of Strength, Refuge, and Belonging. I read the book years ago and recommend it to anyone who feels a bit lost in the current world muddle.
“A colleague told me that he thinks of his life as an orchestra. Reclaiming his integrity reminds him of that moment before the concert when the concertmaster asks the oboist to sound an A. ‘At first there is chaos and noise as all parts of the orchestra try to align themselves with that note. But as each instrument moves closer and closer to it, the noise diminishes and when they all finally sound it together, there is a moment of rest, of homecoming.’
‘That is how it feels to me,’ he told me. ‘I am always tuning my orchestra. Somewhere deep inside there is a sound that is mine alone, and I struggle daily to hear it and tune my life to it. Sometimes there are people and situations that help me to hear my note more clearly; other times, people and situations make it harder for me to hear. A lot depends on my commitment to listening and my intention to stay coherent with this note. It is only when my life is tuned to my note that I can play life’s mysterious and holy music without tainting it with my own discordance, my own bitterness, resentment, agenda, and fears.’
Deep inside, our integrity sings to us whether we are listening or not. It is a note that only we can hear.”
This week the website On Being showcased the article, “Living through Death: Love at the End of Marriage.” It is a young mother’s daily observations of her neighbors: a husband caring for his wife during her final days.
It is the most beautiful tribute to the process of dying and being cared for that I remember reading. Probably because it comes from a young person’s perspective.
I do prefer to read rather than listen, but both are offered. I suggest you read, so your mind can pause to imagine the scenes the author writes about.
Take care all of you Talking BS.com readers! May the wind be at your back this month.
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The following is Shane Parish’s Farnam Street article about open and closed mindedness, with excerpts from Ray Dalio’s best-selling book Principles.
I had egg on my face while reading! I wonder if you will as well.
The current political environment has destroyed many relationships that once provided our arena for quality dialogue. That said, politics is only part of our lives. If we can set aside politics and stay open to ways of thinking that challenge our thinking, our lives will be enriched. But, first, we need to understand what being “open” actually entails.
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