Facebook. Twitter. YouTube.
The three mainstream social media services elicit knee-jerk reactions: the lowest common denominator. Facebook is a site of value only for the purpose of maintaining social relationships. Twitter is an outlet used by celebrities to post outrageous comments. YouTube is the repository of videos that news outlets consult to fill air time, with very humorous, or outrageous moments.
Such are not the only purposes for social media. Maintaining relationships. Expressing views that might be considered outside of what is acceptable in daily discourse. Humorous, and outrageous moments. These are worthy parts of our lives.
Yet, with a little creativity, and open-mindedness, Facebook, Twitter, and YouTube may be new venues that we may avail ourselves of in meeting our information needs. Facebook, Twitter, and YouTube are not so much the creations of a digital generation. No, they are the fulfillment of the original vision of the creator of the World Wide Web--Tim Berners Lee.
May we understand the vision of the World Wide Web--the free exchange of ideas throughout the world. May we fulfill its promise, and not squander its treasury. It is our choice.
I will reflect on our fast-paced, deadline-driven world. As a Universalist, I learned that there is good to be found in all faith traditions. As a practicing Catholic, prayerful, reflective individuals inspire me. My prayer is simple. May we live each day in awe--in wondrous awe.
Word Verification...Accessibility...
Spamming necessitates the temporary use of "captchas," which are more commonly known as "word verification." The childhood act of spamming leads me to take this action temporarily.
I am well aware, and saddened by the fact, that while captchas filter out--thwart--spammers, they also make the act of making comments impossible for individuals who use screen readers.
Be assured, I am working to rectify that situation.
Friday, December 16, 2011
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Dr. Richard Owen
Richard R. Owen M.D.
Owen, Richard R., MD Age 83, died December 11, 2011. Preceded in death
by his parents, John and Ethel Owen; step- mother, Helen "Pat" Owen;
brother, John; and sister, Margaret. Survived by wife, Amy; sister, Suzy
Brickley; daughter, Marnie; sons, Rick (Ann), and Don (Meg); grandchildren,
Lauren Lusk (Jeremy), David Jacobs, David, and Rebecca; as well as many other
relatives. Richard was a doctor of physical medicine and rehabilitation who
practiced in many area hospitals and clinics. Before retiring, he was Medical
Director of Sister Kenny Institute. He enjoyed wheelchair athletics as a
participant and medical examiner. He served on the board of, and went on many
trips with, Wilderness Inquiry. A celebration of his life will be held at First
Unitarian Society of Minneapolis, 900 Mount Curve, Minneapolis at 2 PM on
Saturday, December 17, 2011. Memorial contributions can be made to the Sister
Kenny Foundation, First Unitarian Society of Minneapolis, or Wilderness
Inquiry.
Published in Star Tribune
from December 14 to December 15, 2011http://www.legacy.com/obituaries/startribune/obituary.aspx?n=richard-r-owen&pid=155035415
A gentle man. Wise. Knowing. Far-sighted.
Dr. Owen was my physical rehabilitation medicine doctor in the 1960s. At my first visit--before my first memory, he said, "Stand her up. How far can your daughter walk?"
"Don't you understand? She can't do that! Don't you understand?" my outraged mother exclaimed.
He stood up, transferred his brown, walking cane, and stepped forward. He understood. Polio met this doctor as a teenager. Wise beyond his years, Dr. Owen understood.
From my first memory, Mom and I went to see him to monitor the progression of my cerebral palsy, and identify courses of action we could take. For my part, I met his reflex hammer with a kick in his face. A grateful soul.
"Don't you understand? She can't do that! Don't you understand?" my outraged mother exclaimed.
He stood up, transferred his brown, walking cane, and stepped forward. He understood. Polio met this doctor as a teenager. Wise beyond his years, Dr. Owen understood.
From my first memory, Mom and I went to see him to monitor the progression of my cerebral palsy, and identify courses of action we could take. For my part, I met his reflex hammer with a kick in his face. A grateful soul.
Dr. Owen did not practice medicine. He gave medical care. Practical experience--living with polio since he was a teenager. He was in his 40s, when I received his care.
Dr. Owen knew the terrain of physical rehabilitation--not from a laboratory, but, from real life.
He was at peace with himself--with his life. He was not aggressive. He was affirming--with his manner, with his care. Dr. Owen understood the geography of disability. Without calling attention to "handicap," or "disability," he directed his energies toward how to live as fully as possible.
Dr. Owen earned the requisite schooling to be certified a medical practitioner. With little fanfare, and unwavering trust in his own life experience, he offered personal, medical care.
Thank you, Dr. Owen. Thank you.
Dr. Owen earned the requisite schooling to be certified a medical practitioner. With little fanfare, and unwavering trust in his own life experience, he offered personal, medical care.
Thank you, Dr. Owen. Thank you.
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