While my new set of colleagues and associates configures the E-Brain for easy dissemination to the general public, I have another moment to spend here simply glad to be alive.
Actually, I am more than plain happy. I am ecstatic, pleased with news that my wife is made of good, strong stuff and able to recover from a temporary illness.
So much so that I have forgotten the names of people I met and wanted to thank over the past couple of days. Certainly, my sister in-law preparing meals for us I can't forget. Others, I remember your smiles and sympathetic body gestures. I recall a Cindy or Cynthia and maybe a Tanner and Samoje, Wayne, Breanna or Sean? A Georgia-based automated carpark ticket system? Otherwise... pardon my middle-aged, emotion-filled thoughts, less aimed at rational recordings of names, dates and places.
I see why a man would want to build the Taj Mahal for his wife. Or why any persons would construct a monument or memorial to their loved one(s).
When a battery of tests reveals that no news is great news, one wants to celebrate with much noise and merriment.
These words will be enough, my other understanding being the temporary nature of all things.
When one learns that bone marrow is an organ sensitive to body changes, one can almost imagine changing the weather with one's strong will and hard work rearranging the landscape to cause weather patterns favourable to one's ecosystem needs.
Almost is never good enough. One will transform a planet and make it obey rather than the other way around.
I am putting aside the humble personality that dominated many a recent blog entry and expose another aspect of myself again - an impatient person who takes care of intolerance in ways that do not make everyone happy in every moment, fully cognisant of the law of unintended consequences, knowing that it may take two waves of change tomorrow to make up for one wave of necessary change today.
First, to end the obsession with mob mentality statistics which causes parts of this society to diverge, that other societies are taking full advantage of and skewing future subculture rewards completely out of balance. Or, to put it bluntly, to hell with apathy!
It's time for the majority mass in the middle to take back the reins again, restore kindness and common courtesy, and pull away our awe of anything shiny and new we think is the next great thing in technology.
Take the jargon-filled edge off future shock, always noting that technological breakthroughs require tiny steps by lots of people who were trained to use tools of the past. Perhaps a little less marketing/advertising spin on "magic" and a little more nod to historic reasons that got us to the miniaturised product no consumer can do without?
The fireflies out the window missed the Bronze Age, the Industrial Revolution and the Automated Information Generation Age. Will they see us move into the Age of Wisdom when we learn to incorporate fireflies into our progress cost analysis routines?
We've opened up all these channels of consumption and information generation - let's hope we learn how to multiplex the channels meaningfully. Cheerfully.
Virtual monuments celebrating the temporary nature of existence.
2010-06-21
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