I know I'm not the only one having this problem. I see a lot of you Tweeting one another and writing on one another's Facebook walls and of course doing what you all do here (I'm loving the Father's Day pieces, btw). But...how do we really stay in touch?
Now I have a Salon email account, a personal Gmail account, a Twitter profile, a Facebook page, a Salon blog, an Open Salon blog, blog comments on each, PMs on Twitter, Facebook and Open Salon...and I'm losing touch! I don't know whether I reached out to marytkelly here or on Facebook; did @chicagosquirrel send me a regular Tweet or a PM on Twitter, and did I answer, and oh, how did I miss this Gmail chat from my daughter last night!
I'm not exactly complaining, because somehow I feel all the LOVE (and it more than counters the O'Reilly generated hate!) but...what am I missing? Who am I missing?

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and Freaky.
note on my door.
`Please No Disturb.
I'll sit on my laptop.
Or, Santa's soft lap.
I'll wear perfumes.
I'll not growl tho.
I wish 2- things.
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1) world peace.
2) small change.
And thanks for the squirrel's Twitter addy. ;-) We're getting closer, ever closer, to that street address...
DAMN YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
That's what you're missing b/c I didn't know which damn technology to use to tell you it. Thanks for making it easier by posting this :)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nrlSkU0TFLs
Kudos on being on the Daily Show. I loved that clip. He is the master at making fun of O'Reilly.
you must feel torn to bits by all the demands on your time, you handle it really well. it reminds me of a favorite author, Tim Cahill, when with friends and talking about his latest upcoming book, was being inundated with suggestions for the title...he said he felt like he was being pecked to death by ducks...and that became the title.
You do it really well Joan, and thanks for all you do.
Good job with O'Reilly. He's becoming a character from a Frank Herbert novel...The Baron O'Reilly. Were there any bones under his desk?
So, call Nora. Have a workout and a massage. Lurk and laugh. Whoever doesn't 'get' you doesn't deserve one drop of your adrenaline. Save that for skewering the Bull O'Roilers of the world.
Oh yes, and pick out a new hat!!
Oh yeah, I forgot that -- ratings! Who did I rate? And where did I comment last? Did someone answer my comment and should I answer back??
Yes, Sally...calling Nora now! And Mr. Mustard, I do lurk a lot!
Also: "no one wins online fights". Two battlin' OS'rs kissed and made up because of this (see comments). Ahem.
I'm just saying.
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I like to think that I am a blessing to the people in my life, not a burden. So if you want to tweet or PM or facebook or send a smoke signal to me, fantastic, I'll answer you back. If you don't or can't, I don't want to put some kind of guilt trip on you to make you feel like you should.
And on the flipside of that blessing/burden thing -- I think I can safely say that many of us on OS (myself included) find that your having provided us with this space and sharing what you have with us has been a terrific blessing. Thank you.
I am bringing back my land line with a tape recorder for messages.
Just keep doing stuff like this.
It even inspires blogs with your name in the title!
I live for the day that you are given your own weekly show on CNN because you are a feminist voice of reason in a sea of mysogyny and political ignorance. And you do it with a lot of class too.
Yes, yes I did!!
:)
But they didn't say this, which I did in a couple of your venues and not want to be sure it is clearly heard:
You are one of my heros Joan Walsh. I love you for all you have taken on for us. I don't use that word lightly. Ann, Molly, Hillary, Joan, Rosie and Sarah (Weddington) . Thank you.
I have noticed my postman is a little thick around the knees....:) or :(
You rated a post of mine several weeks ago. Late at night - for me, maybe not so late for you! But I saw it. And I was so pleased! Because it was a poem, and I really appreciate anyone rating or commenting on anything I write, but maybe poems especially.
yes, it's kind of special to be rated by you. And nobody would have ever known if I had not glanced over to see it happen. Which is so cool! I'm glad you get to sneak around and read and participate without demands to wear ANY hat.
I don't know how you do it. I'm exhausted from waking up and immediately checking two email addys, facebook and then cruising OS while I adjust myself to being awake and alive.
Then there's another email addy. And I'm not exactly a public figure! But I find that the more I increase my capacity for this connectedness, the more I am getting lost in my own weird soup.
Plus, y'know, I live with my sigoth of 11 years and it's very funny but also sort of disturbing that I just IM'ed him on Facebook even though he's in the next room.
I try to turn it all off for at least one full day a week. Maybe you can't do that - but maybe you should try shutting off some of it for a specific amount of time each week. Why am I giving you advice! It's all simple - you have to HAVE to walk away once in awhile and just frigging see the sky and breathe.
I have some media maven friends who, like you, need to be reminded that, as much as we rely on you, you're no good if you aren't happy and healthy and on top of your game. From YOUR perspective and YOUR soul.
Be well!
P.S. I put a curse on O'Reilly in your honor. His legs should be growing together any day, now. He'll be doing the penguin walk the next time you see him. Just thought you'd like to know.
Ah well. I can't keep up either. Most excellent job on trying to...
"Breathe in. Breathe out. Eat cake. "
(via VerbalRemedy)
As incredible technology has become with regards to keeping in touch with people, it seems we have less time to do so these days. Thanks to the internet, we're all quite popular in one way or another. After all, if a green alien scouting the Earth for a coming invasion like me gets an audience, why not the rest of you puny humans?
All jokes that I only get aside, you're doing a fine job. Keep it up.
O'Reilly-generated hate (compound adjective)
Whom am I missing (pronoun object of verb)
But why should I be so picky? After all, you're only an EDITOR!
(And then once in a while I get to see you on tv and tell people I know you.)
Oh, I do like the Mrs Dalloway hat, btw. Most fetching....
Make him stop Joan!
Seriously, I know what you mean. It's all too much. There is need for consolidation.