As someone who has never even seen an MP3 hoozit,* all of this blogging (digression--I have been torn between the worlds of prescriptive and descriptive linguistics (this is not the imply that I have a firm grasp of the subject or anything--I know just enough to talk myself out of bar fights), so neo-verbs such as "blogging" leave me in a quandary. Though I am annoyed by these words ("interface" as a verb is another that jumps to mind), I also know that language is an evolving thing. I must accept that one day night will be spelled "nite" in places other than outside mud wrestling venues. It is pretentious and narrow to scoff at such things. Being narrow and pretentious myself, you can see the difficult situation this puts me in. Or the one in which it puts me----if you went to high school before the nineties (I hope to Jesus that they are not still teaching that old myth about prepositions)...okay which parentheses are we on?) stuff is pretty exciting. One feels an obligation to say something interesting and do it often.
One (told you I was pretentious) begins to see why the world is so full of so much misinformation and anger. It is awfully easy to say that certain world leaders, public figures, and neighbors with huge mutant dogs and Lynard Skynard fixations are engaging in activities that one finds loathsome. Or that they are having thoughts that the world should know I think are misguided. Rather than pissing and moaning or grinding our molars into dust, we can now sit down and let the world know of our mundane little stressors
And it also seems that the dreaded and bedraggled media have seen what the world looks at on their computer screens and attempted to keep up with it. Thus, though the amount of information continues to grow, the quality and focus begin to suffer. Actually, the amount of information--as defined by one as facts of relevance or real interest or use --does not grow; we are just hearing it more.
What does all this mean?
Not a hell of a lot.
Bugs and Fishes.
*Surely someone has already called his or her band this.
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My favorite new band name is a John Cramer-ism: Turd Hive.
It is interesting to note that the single most powerful indicator of value is scarcity. So, for example, an 18th century diary of a Revolutionary War soldier would have value, because there probably aren't many extant - even though most of the time he was probably writing of mundane matters such as boiling his shoes to eat or fighting off malaria. Whereas our blogs of today, full of fascinating discourse on matters ranging from Ronnie James Dio's juggernaut of a career, to Brad Ausmus' limitless ability to hit into double plays, are plentiful - and therefore of very, very little value to anyone.
Should a meteor plunge us into ten thousand years of darkness, and they happen to dig up only one computer from our era, and it happens to have your blog on it, rest assured you will be considered the Homer of your age. And I don't mean Homer Simpson. He would be the Virgil of his age.
If my computer were the only one left, it would not have the right cables and the the printer wouldn't work, so they'd never discover its contents. Say, that frees one up even more to spill his brainpan. If only the few people unfortunate enough to read this now are destined to be the entire population enlightened by Thrips, then one doesn't need to concern himself with posterity--although after 40, one should have it checked often.
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