Tuesday, July 20, 2010

Après Moi, 2.0


Flanners and I have been having some talks, and I think I am ready to begin part two of this adventure.  I have spent two weeks trying to best organize a "kick off" piece for what will likely become a very long, long winded series of my writings.  The subject at hand will likely continue to be analyzed for the duration of this blog, depending on when I finally get sick of it and want to start my second subject blog, "Staffordshire Terriers and You".  But what is the subject at hand?  Well, that's what I have been trying to answer for two weeks now.  Lets see if I can pull it off.

Moore's Law states that when.....  dammit.

Alright.  How about a focus on some imagery.  We, and I am using the royal "We", are standing on the precipice of great changes to our human race (Platitude, platitude, sit tight, it gets better, maybe).   Picture a group of human beings standing on some geographical vantage point.  Amongst others I consider myself, as well as you, the reader, in this group of people.  Presented before us is a sloping plane of water rapidly rising and heading our way.  It isn't a lethal threat so much as it is an omen that nothing in our world will remain the same; a realization that we fight tirelessly in our daily lives to ignore.

It is true that we have always lived in the presence of this great wave of change, and likewise the flood that accompanies it.  But never before in our existence have we experienced or been faced with the rapidity and voracity of the changes before us.  Furthermore, we who stand here are all being afforded an opportunity that has never been available to such a large group of individuals.  We, like all of humanity, have taken part in creating this flood of change.  But never before have so many people been given a chance to actually see it coming, to pick and guess at its body, and to prophecy what is to come.  The builders of the pyramids could not see the effects they would have on the world, much like the butterfly whose wings flutter into existence the birth-winds of a hurricane.

These writings will be a small piece of that picking, guessing, and prophesying.  Prophesying is a word that makes people feel a little weird.  An encounter with this word leaves one with simultaneous feelings of excitement and distrust, likened to feelings when one hears a religious perspective.  To this, I say that all this future talk IS a religious perspective of sorts.  Look at the chaos in our universe!  There is no way to be certain that any of this will exist tomorrow.  Likewise, there is no surety in the continuity of the wave of change in its direction, speed, or existence.  It would be nice if it all stopped; I could finally feel slightly optimistic about my 401k.  But there is no sign as of yet that it will or even can be stopped.  So until something halts this flood, I will prophecy about this religion of what is to come.  You will play the part of the crowd, and I will be stinky ol' John the Baptist. hmmm.... I wonder....

I bet John the Baptist was gettin' all fresh in the woods with heavy odor, and when he was speaking to a group of people, someone was all like "ew, John the Baptist.  You smell like hell.  Take a bath once in a while!"  And then John the Baptist is all like "eureka!!!".

Ahem, where was I?

It is important to note the impending change as being comprised of both a wave and a flood.  The curvature of the wave signifies the exponential growth of the changes we are experiencing.  Technological advancement follows this curvature of change and is best explained by Moore's Law, which I attempted to mention earlier. While social and cultural changes don't follow Moore's law to a tee, we can look back and realize that the change in these arenas that has occurred over the last 100 years has incredibly dwarfed progress in the 1000 years before that.  Social and cultural change is as well increasing exponentially.  One could call this all progress, but I would say that depends on whether you prefer being wet or not.  The flood shows us that change itself is likely to be permanent.  Water, unless frozen does not stand still.  Unless evaporated, water remains.  As long as humans exist, and we neither freeze to death or nuke the entire planet, the change stays.  Revolutions are eternal, if you will.  The relationship between the two signifies that the height and curvature of the wave combined with the force of the flood variably determine our future of change.  With the outlook of things as they are now, the rate of change is likely to reach the speed of a fired bullet sooner than we may expect.  Here is a good illustration: http://picasaweb.google.com/107875569835796136230/ApresMoiLeDeluge#5495872831598686898  (it's actually a terrible illustration, but I like it.  Notice I'm throwing up in the picture?  Hah, yeah that's great!)

With this outlook you can expect to see in the future missives on everything you can imagine in our human world, as long as it is changing.  This rules out charleston chew, which has never changed its recipe, nor does it have the capacity to undergo physical or chemical changes.  See for yourself, it's scary.  I think you get the picture, and I will be delighted to see you return for a peek or two.  Just don't bring charleston chew.

Tuesday, July 6, 2010

Everything That Rises Must Converge


I had a nightmare last night.  In my dream, I was kidnapped, blindfolded, and tied down (ooh, kinky).  The kidnapper took the blindfold off, and I found myself face to face with a person in a terrible clown mask holding a pitchfork, in some boiler room, I think.  I started to see if I could talk my way out of it.

"What do you what from me?  Why did you kidnap me?"
"I wanted to talk, and thought this would be the best way to get you to listen."
"OK calm down, ahh, wh.. what do you have to tell me?"
"I want to talk to you about your blog."
"Oh man, I knew this was going to happen!  Look, I'm sorry about the last entry.  I agree, its not my best work.  I tried changing it, but still, I didn't feel good about it.  What was I supposed to do?  I haven't been in that position before; everything else was pure gold.  I just kinda froze after writing that turd.  I mean, I don't disagree with my position, I'm just better than that.  I'M TELLING YOU, I'M ABOVE IT.  OH PLEASE GIVE ME ONE MORE CHANCE AND I'LL..."
"SHUT UP!!!"
"ok"
.........
"Your blog is good, but you need to focus.  Get back to your theme."
"What theme?"
"I'm getting really tired..."
"AHHH MY ASS!!!"
"I'm not touching your ass!"
"oh i guess it was my imagination"
"You were writing this all for a reason, and I think its time you did some soul searching if these shenanigans are to continue.  You have, besides myself, only two readers left.  It's getting dismal."
"Who...who are you?"

The clown mask came off, and I found myself staring into the face of none other than Flannery O'Connor.  I was really confused now.  "O'Connor???  Why are YOU in my dream?"  She said, "Because I am your guardian angel."  That's when I woke up screaming.  After pulling myself together, I think I remembered what she was getting at.  I had to laugh a little though.  To think a Catholic would actually be my guardian angel.  Preposterous!

It's been three months since I started this online venture.  Already I have managed to offend women, Hades, the City of Chicago, little leagues, the City of Birmingham, vegetarians, baristas, botanists, the average American patriot, and now Catholics.  Not bad, not bad.  My topics have ranged from the social to the personal, from gastronomical euphoria to the politics of little league.  It has been a good three months for me; I've been able to air my mental laundry, practice my humor, and continue to use my poor understanding of punctuation¿  But you, my reader, may be feeling a little dizzy.  Let's be honest, this is pure chaos.  A wiser Ice Cube once said, "You better check yo self before you wreck yo self.  Cos I'm bad for your health, I come real stealth.  Droppin bombs on ya moms, fuck car alarms..." you get the point.

This blog was more or less intended to be an attempt to express and understand the societal wave of change that is knocking on the door of the human world.  I also might have made some allusions to the nature of this blog, itself being a flotsam constructed from an ugly shipwreck.  Well, maybe its time the flotsam went somewhere out of all this debris, maybe toward that island off in the distance.  It would be much easier to chronicle and understand the Deluge if we could get into some dry clothes, don't you think?  I do.  Join me.

P.S. - Holiday postings by historical (and fictional) figures aren't going anywhere.



Peace be with you.