Write whatever you normally write about, and weave in a book quote, film quote, or song lyric that’s been sticking with you this week.
I may, yet, be committed to the “Home for the Terminally Nostalgic.” Until that day happens, I can’t help but think, that in several ways, personal electronic devices enslave us, make us work more, and communicate less interpersonally.
Before the internet, there were movies, television and radio–all served to mass-culturize and make the world a little smaller. In the not-too-distant future there won’t be anyone that remembers what pre-internet days were like. Some days, I could do without the excessive drama, in my hectic, twenty-first century, day-to-day life.
Would the world go on without an internet? For some people it already does. From today’s “New York Times” the
“Quote of the Day,” “For me, internet doesn’t exist. I’ve never seen it. I don’t know what it does.” From Ana Marie Hernandez, a retired nurse in Cuba, where web access is rare and costly.
Maturity is not always what it’s cracked up to be, either. When I was addressed as “Sir” on a regular basis, I knew the express train to Geezerville had left the station. There’s a finiteness about being sixty-something. It calls for savoring every day–finding things to be grateful for. I would like to go back to a simpler time–especially when my gadgets go kaput and I can’t fix them. There’s no way, I now, could handle teenage angst. Maybe that’s why it’s visited on the young? When did it happen? When did I become predictable, dependable, responsible, and logical? The lyrics, steadfastly sticking with me, are from “Supertramp’s” “Breakfast in America” album.
“THE LOGICAL SONG”
When I was young, it seemed that life was so wonderful
A miracle, it was beautiful, magical
And all the birds in the trees
Well they’d be singing so happily, joyfully, playfully
Watching me, but then they sent me away
To teach me how to be sensible, logical, responsible, practical
And they showed me a world where I could be so dependable
Clinical, intellectual, cynical
There are times when all the world’s asleep
The questions run too deep for such a simple man
Won’t you please tell me what we’ve learned
I know it sounds absurd, but please tell me who I am
I said now, watch what you say, now we’re calling you a radical
A liberal, fanatical, criminal
Won’t you sign up your name, we’d like to feel you’re acceptable