This clumsy foal walk stomp through instant-connection with all ten thousand things began because of someone I have come to love, but have never met. My husband is my husband by virtue of these same circumstances, so I clearly begin to like people I haven't met quite easily. This could explain why all of you give me so my very real, very deep joy. The ten-thousand things reference is Taoist but I'm too lazy/tired? to find the link. Fact.
The someone, Lesa, is my twitter coach. I have to be honest and say, at the instant in which I type this, I can't pull her last name from my memory. Maybe that's a matter of it being the end of a long work day Jackson Pollack'd with ten thousand other things and trying to learn something all at once. I have to be honest again and tell you, now that it's come back into my rattled brain, I won't tell you what it is. You should know her well enough that she wants to tell you herself. This isn't laziness. What she does is this much worth your time. Fact.
What I will tell you is, as you may already know, I have baccalaureate degree in computer science and make my comfortable living doing very sexy geek things in fairly impressive places, but Lesa is the geek goddess in my life. I'm only going to tell you two things about her.
She teaches. Specifically, she children to talk to the rest of us who only hear things pronounced one way.
2)She's teaching me me to tweet with things like this: "What time is#commenthour? My#tweetchat is ready and waiting!!" I have no idea what this means, but she does, and I've got geekenvy.
It is my most heartfelt request that you go hug a teacher in her honor. Even if you don't have children you are willing to hand over to one of them, find someone who teaches something that speaks to a belief in something good about us and give that person a hug.
I was going to put a screen print of the link above, but it wouldn't fit. That tells me, the Universe wants you to decide if you need to know where the word hug comes from but I feel bad about ... okay, I lied. Feeling bad is pointless, but because I still owe you one more thing:3) She loves books, wants you to read, and more importantly, she wants to show you how to seduce your children into reading books in this age of tweets, and pings, and ims, and texts and blogs and e-everything.
Go here. Read. Smile. Teach
oh.. and she tweets
Lastly, because she'd ask me to ask you if she knew I doing this;
Choose a book you love and share it.