No intelligent or even meaningful writing about technology is likely to come from the pens of those who romance it.
I’m “politicking to rule,” which means I’ve voted in the U.S. election and am following enough politics to understand the big picture, but am no longer immersing myself in the details, or getting into lengthy political debates on Facebook. Already my mental health is improving as a result. Hopefully it will improve further after Nov. 3.
Irony, nuance, and shades of meaning are but three of the casualties of the ongoing cultural counter-revolution, both in language and in politics.
Whether the persistent calls of the fraudster from “Bank Security,” informing me of two purchases I hadn’t made and routing me out of bed when I was contemplating more sleep, were more of a curse or a blessing must remain to be seen. Maybe after I’ve had another cup or two of coffee I’ll be able to make a firm decision on this.
The North American expression “in jail” is a direct transliteration of the British expression “in gaol.” In the U.S., it’s the closest most Americans will come to a British flavour in their version of the language.
“Let there be spaces in your togetherness. . .” K. Gibran. Fair enough. . .but let those spaces not be of the order of the Grand Canyon!
Two days completely away from the Internet have given me a renewed appreciation for the joys of nature and the value of good conversation. I’d recommend such vacations from technology to almost anyone. Most of us aren’t important enough that we need to be available to all and sundry 24/7.
Since the start of my “almost no sugar” diet two months ago, I’ve lost 15 pounds. Seeing that most of my current stock of jeans are practically falling off me, I took the leap and ordered a pair of 36-inchers. They’re a bit snug, but I can wear them. Dropping a full pants size offers the same kind of solid if quiet satisfaction that walking from one train or subway stop to another does.
In my use of French, I’m somewhat like a person who needs a cane in order to walk, the “cane” in this case being an occasional resort to English for words (mainly the names of things) that I simply don’t know. And like some users of canes, I do sometimes resent having to use the device–but overall it’s far better to have it than not to have it.
Does what I do today really matter, in the larger scheme of things? If I’m fully honest with myself, I have to say I don’t know. But I must maintain at least the fiction that it does; otherwise the game is up.