|I paint my nights grey, blotches of white
and solitaire lampposts,
I don’t put my babies to sleep
Mischief dwindled, but awake
I paint my nights homeless,
Seek refuge in drizzle.
||Acrylic sinks on canvas
Coarse pigments afloat,
I paint solitaire smiles and
Rock my children to sleep,
They don’t, not tonight
I paint them meal – they famish
||Zest the colors, I must be
The worst creator of all.
Join me on my OLN prompt today at Dversepoets Pub and read some wonderful poetry. Doors open at 3 PM EST.
Day before I was writing about the social networks. There is something more to that which irks me.
These days, it’s very easy to rate or recommend someone. Take Facebook for example, it keeps showing pop-ups for rating films and books, as if I am a specialist. How does it matter which one I like or I don’t and what on earth would people do with my whimsical random ranking that I often do to get past the bombarding pop-ups? Even if some social engineering and data mining exercise is at play here, I fail to ascertain the true shades of it – does those irritating lingerie adds that keeps popping along my sidebar have something to do with it? It better be, for I am no maniac, that keeps throwing such directional search patterns.
Another example is Linkedin, where they have started an initiative to let other people judge on completely out of pattern professional aspects of their friends. Like Google of Facebook, this place is no exception where a lot of unknown faces tag along the friend list and hence the system keeps asking me about their credibility on such topics, I have no clue about. Had it been something to do with telcom sector, I could still oblige but what do I know about metallurgy or sales or fashion for that matter? Dear Linkedin, stop this shit, will you?
One of the many appeals, I make to the good self of people, in vein.
Thanks to Facebook, I get quite a handful of friend requests from people I don’t know; but I generously accept their offering of friendship without a second thought – which has attributed to seven hundred odd auspicious friends on my list. I hardly talk to them or exchange anything for that matter. Thanks to privacy settings, I have kept some things to myself in a way they are.
Google plus is even more bizarre than Facebook – I have no clue of the people who find me and add me; for example someone added me earlier today whose profile says: “Author, Wine Specialist, Green MBA, Bollywood Export”. All the rest I can still understand though bollywood export sounds a little fishy, but what the hell is Green MBA? Which university on earth offers these kind of courses? What do all these people need from me? Google has some weird sense of humor I must say.