I am what Rip Torn, in the movie Defending Your Life, calls a little brain. I know not the BIG picture. I can only take something I see on TV and run with it. I still have my helmet for when all the airplanes fall out of the sky on January 1st 2000. Back in the 70's I was ready for the fall of our country when inflation shot up. These things did not happen. But the end still marches forward. Now of course we are waiting for 2012. The Mayans and Nostradamus have warned us that that will be a very bad year. The planets of the solar system will spit on us and light their asteroids on our bald caps. The bible too says something like we're a goner when earthquakes hit, waves smash and the middle east gets crazy.
Wait. Earthquakes? Big giant waves? A crazy middle east?
Well we've always have had earthquakes and giant waves. The middle east has always been the continent we like to hide in the closet. Like a crazy uncle we don't like people knowing is part of the family.
But now for some reason I can't shake that feeling that maybe this could be the start to that perfect storm. We have had a fairly good run in the recent past. Not much in the gloom and doom department. Now it would seem that both man and nature are taking in a big breath and are about ready to blow hell upon the earth.
Most every form of government is either in economy destroying debt or making plans to head to Venezuela. Oil is getting harder to find. Food is so full of chemicals that we may all start to look like the three eyed fish of the Simpson cartoons. And nature is proving that all that doesn't matter when it chooses to rumble.
Worst of all the Easy-Bake oven as it exist now will be discontinued due to light bulbs being illegal soon. It's more than I can take. No more tiny chocolate cakes? This is serious!
So I shall plan. When the end hits the fan I shall be in church with my iPod and portable video game system waiting for the end. Nah just kidding. My fat butt is gonna run like hell. See you there.
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Sunday, February 20, 2011
CAN I BORROW YOUR IPAD?
Well I guess the future train is pulling into the station and books and newspapers were laying on the track. Still alive but breathing is very shallow. Soon we well hear the death beep on the monitor. Damn you future! Couldn't you stop just before taking out paper? What did novels in print ever do to you. It was the text books wasn't it? You hated carrying around all your nerdy sciences books and said "someday I will kill all books!" Books' buddy newspaper was just collateral damage I guess.
I cry onto my keyboard. I had to receive the bad news in (of all things) an email. My favorite book store Borders is in money trouble. Maybe a bad day at the track. Who knows. All I know is that the local store by me will be shuttered. My wife went in Saturday night and reported back that it looked like a black Friday one time only sale. People picking what little meat was left on the stores bones for a fraction of their worth. Black Friday? More like black Saturday. Gone was my little table that I would sit at for hours reading all my favorite magazines for free. Gone was the comfortable chair that held me while I sat and flipped through books I never had to buy. The free listening stations for CD's never bought. Why oh why this? With all my help trying to keep the store opened.
I joke a little. But I am very sadden to think that the day will come when my grandchildren may never know what its like to hold a book in their hands. To have breakfast with the newspaper spread in front of you. The feel of the paper. The smell of the ink. I know Kindles and iPads will keep the written word out there. Story's in print will still exist. Letters will live on. Maybe these devices helped to save the written word. But to me an old dog I will resit this future as long as I can. The story's I read will be on paper. I may need huge reading glasses to read them. The effort will be worth it.
Maybe you too could pick up this paper sword. If more of us are seen reading instead of tapping little screens some from the young generation will want to try too. That is my wish. Make it so.
Meanwhile a machine has kicked some Jeopardy ass! I don't want to go into the little feeding pod.
I cry onto my keyboard. I had to receive the bad news in (of all things) an email. My favorite book store Borders is in money trouble. Maybe a bad day at the track. Who knows. All I know is that the local store by me will be shuttered. My wife went in Saturday night and reported back that it looked like a black Friday one time only sale. People picking what little meat was left on the stores bones for a fraction of their worth. Black Friday? More like black Saturday. Gone was my little table that I would sit at for hours reading all my favorite magazines for free. Gone was the comfortable chair that held me while I sat and flipped through books I never had to buy. The free listening stations for CD's never bought. Why oh why this? With all my help trying to keep the store opened.
I joke a little. But I am very sadden to think that the day will come when my grandchildren may never know what its like to hold a book in their hands. To have breakfast with the newspaper spread in front of you. The feel of the paper. The smell of the ink. I know Kindles and iPads will keep the written word out there. Story's in print will still exist. Letters will live on. Maybe these devices helped to save the written word. But to me an old dog I will resit this future as long as I can. The story's I read will be on paper. I may need huge reading glasses to read them. The effort will be worth it.
Maybe you too could pick up this paper sword. If more of us are seen reading instead of tapping little screens some from the young generation will want to try too. That is my wish. Make it so.
Meanwhile a machine has kicked some Jeopardy ass! I don't want to go into the little feeding pod.
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