January 12, 2003
Rim Walking. It’s not the same as fence sitting. When you sit on a fence, you’re neither/nor. When you’re a rim walker, you have the choice of being both, or either, or none. The advantages and disadvantages have everything to do with not being a major player.
But, I guess if you walk around the rim near where major players hang out, sometimes they mistake you for one. I find that I’m on an e-mail list, composed of (in the mailer's words) mostly strange-bed-fellow power-bloggers…. Drawn from all walks of life and all manner of scurrilous employment, you represent the epidemiological ground zero of the new new {{{NEW}}} economy.
There are some names on that email list that I recognize; there are many that I don’t and so I do some Googling and discover just what major players they really are. One of them, Shoshana Zuboff, has written a book that I’m going to read. If I hadn’t been on the “power-blogger” list, I probably wouldn’t have come across the title, being mostly an outsider where technology and the economy are concerned. But I am always interested in learning about where people more knowledgeable than I think that the big picture is heading. Hanging around the edges of in-groups has its advantages, if only to make me aware of some interesting topical directions.
Rim walking. I haven’t been doing much walking – rimwise or other – for the past few days. Degenerative disk disease they call it – the old pinched nerve/muscle spasm/bone spurs/can’t do much about it because your bones are wearing out thing. Sitting around on 15-minute bouts of icepacks and making daily visits to the chiropractor while I’m waiting to get an appointment with an orthopedist just to make sure that it’s not something else. I’m going to have to do some serious back exercising when all of this subsides.
Oh to be in my forties again – energetic and strong and confidently giving the alpha males something to more than think about. Or to be in my forties again – words carving into life deep and sharp and telling.
Fifties wasn’t bad either. Last week, on one of my sedentary ice-pack bouts, I saw fifty-something Susan Sarandon on Oprah. When she walks, it’s way far from any rim. I wonder how her bones are doing.
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Old Comments (3)
Richard on 14 Jan 2003
My sympathies to you and your bones, Elaine.
Take care of yourself and get back on your feet asap. We need you at the rim.
Anita on 15 Jan 2003
Some of them seem to have discovered the fountain of youth, seems to me! They look more gorgeous as they get older... :) Do hope you're feeling better now. I already feel my bones creaking and its just yet another reminder that I should take the effort to go across to the gym!
dzwonki polifoniczne nokia on 14 Jun 2004
Hmmmmm interesting !!!