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East meets West: Better versus the best? Such are the musings of the morning, for today we are Living On Tulsa Time.

They say that what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. The same could be said of Broken Arrow. Some artists are purists, others are hard core. Some are true to the discipline, others let it all hang out, so to speak.

It is indeed a tale of two cities, OKC and Tulsa metro areas, respectively. Some bands reflect a cross section of their less than ginormous schools; others are the carefully selected few of the masses. Some march to the beat; others move about the staging on the field.

We are proud of our Bulldogs, and our neighbors from the West. Yes, what happens in Broken Arrow stays in Broken Arrow. Sadly, so do the trophies. ūüė¶


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Day dreaming heads in the sand

Day dreaming, gee, but its grand

I’m in love with an ostrich

All the neighbors complain, ya see

But she loves me

Can’t help it if you don’t understand it…

Yes, it’s¬†that¬†famous chase scene¬†song from Scooby Doo featuring The Creeper.¬†¬† Who can forget him?¬†¬† He followed those blasted kids around, trying to scare them away from his territory.¬†¬†¬† But the kids always emerged victorious.

Which brings¬†ua to our topic today.¬†¬†¬† Facebook; that glorious land of TMI: too much information.¬†¬†¬† Especially when its coming from those blasted kids…!¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†

What exactly is Facebook, anyway?¬†¬†¬†¬† Is it the proverbial “Digital Front Porch” for my generation, sharing with friends of¬†our own¬†age what is going on¬†in¬†our lives: challenges, victories, and defeats?¬†¬† (more on that topic in a later post)¬†¬†¬†

Or, is it like wandering into a party to which we were not invited: an electronic techno pop virtual equivalent of our kids playing Dance Dance Revolution until all hours of the night?

Admittedly, our kids found and embraced Facebook before the older generation did.¬†¬†¬†Setting up a Facebook page for me was simply an exercise suggested by my wife; an effort¬†to get to know¬†our kid’s friends and follow up on what was going on¬†with their lives.¬†¬†¬†

¬†But, a funny thing happened on the way to becoming Creepers.¬†¬†¬† ¬†We, or at least I, found that I liked this thing they called “The Facebook”.¬†¬†¬†¬† A digital front porch, indeed.¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬†¬† And yet, each of our generations is sharing and embracing the Facebook world in a different way.¬†¬†¬† And, we each are equally adept at embarrassing the other with our posting and viewing patterns.¬†¬†¬† Need I say more?

I’m conflicted here.¬†¬†¬† Can you tell?¬†¬†¬† TMI is just that: stuff I’d probably rather not know.¬†¬†Not that there’s anything wrong with that.¬†¬†I’d venture to guess my kids would say the same.¬†¬†¬† Touche’?¬†¬†

Maybe I am in love with an ostrich.¬†¬†¬† Day dreamin; heads in the sand.¬†¬†¬†Pretty earthy, huh?¬†¬†¬† But¬†that’s what ostrich’s do best when they get scared: they hide.

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