Today
is January 12th (2015). I just realized that the essay I
wrote for February 15th is listed by Blogspot as the 300th
that I've written, so I thought I'd interrupt the regular flow and
take a look at where I stand.i
Actually the number may turn out to be a little higher if I throw in
any extra essays in the next few weeks because of breaking news, but
the purpose of this reassessment will remain the same.
I've
looked at some of the previous efforts and one thing is obvious – I
repeat myself. I know I've delivered that message before, but it's
worth repeating. I've also explained why the repetition comes about,
so I won't belabor that issue – only warn you that it's certain to
happen again.ii
That's fine, though. I spent much of my life teaching and one thing
that's clear is that if something is worth saying, it's worth
repeating.iii
And with some students it's especially necessary to do so, over and
over. So I hope you'll forgive me if I restate some of the points
I've made before, but if you don't forgive me I can live with it.
The
world is changing. Rapidly. And the change constitutes a challenge.
On a content level, the new developments that appear daily provide a
lot of grist for me. Blogs, themselves, are a product of the
computer era, so I started with that kind of technology, but since I
began this series we have seen the explosion of the social media and
the propagation of hand-held devices.iv
Needless to say,v
I'm appalled by the trends. One of the biggest problems of modern
society is that there is too much communication. I have an old
hand-me-down “flip phone” which my wife gave me after she got a
new one. She makes me take it with me when I go on a long car trip.
It's there, in my glove compartment, so that I'll be able to call for
help if I should need it. I take it with me in order to maintain
family peace, but I'm not sure I'd know how to use it if that ever
became an issue.
Of
course my antipathy makes it virtually certain that I'll never make a
call while driving, and if someone called mevi
I wouldn't know how to answer, so there's little likelihood that I'd
even bother trying. I'll certainly never text – whether or not I'm
driving. The phone is old and neither it, nor I, has the ability to
do so. If it were so equipped, and if it had “apps,” I wouldn't
even take it with me for emergencies. I'd be too intimidated.
I'm
a remnant of the past. I remember the maps that were available free
at all gas stations when I was growing up. Spread out in front of me
I could see where I had been and where I was going, and have the
pleasure of planning a trip that included all the places I wanted to
see.vii
Ridiculously priced atlases then became available but they're
virtually gone from the market, having been replaced by GPS's. With
the cost of those devices and the telephone/satellite systems needed
for updating and for reports of accidents and construction and the
ways around them there's no end to the costs, added to the waste of
time that these devices provide.viii
In addition, it's hard to ignore the distraction of the screen, the
annoying back-seat-driver voice coming from it, and the certain
knowledge that “they” always know where I am.
Politics
and the state of the world are also much more complicated than when I
was young. As useless as they were, the fire drills and “duck and
cover” exercises gave us the feelingix
that we had some control over our lives and fates. Now we leave that
all to the government and we complain about the way they do it.
We're not responsible for anything now – whatever goes wrong is
someone else's fault.
Our
general culture is also deteriorating rapidly. Television reflects
it, but our fellow citizens, those who claim to be not responsible –
thus those who are irresponsible – are dictating what we see. Sex
of all varieties is one of the driving forces. And what is portrayed
on the 60 inch screen illustrates the fantasy lives we should all be
leading. The “reality” shows let us see what we're supposed to
believe is really happening all around us. At least the advertisers
benefit from all of this.
These
are some of the subjects I've been thinking about over recent years.
As well as politics, religion, aging, and all of the other things
that control our lives. As I get older, and as conditions around me
change, my views of all of these subjects evolve. So when they do,
or when I think of something I shoulda said last time, I have a
subject for a new essay. It's not important that I've visited the
issue before. There's something else I want to say. Perhaps it's
not original,x
but I need to incorporate it into my own formulation of whatever the
subject is. Which means that I write about it again. As well as
some subjects that are different. (Actually I'll mention some of
those subjects next week in “Nota Bene 3” – my list
keeps getting longer. “Ice Breaker,” originally scheduled
for today, will appear the following week.)
But
none of that matters. If you haven't read them before, the chances
that you'll catch up with the 300 are small. It will take ten months
if you read one each day. But if you do, start at the beginning and
you'll see how my thoughts, and style (what little there is),
progress. You'll agree that even though I'm not a Member of
Congressxi
and even though I'm not an idiotxii
I repeat myself.xiii
Ever the twain shall meet.
I Sit.
ii Actually
it will be here today. I lied. I will belabor it.
iii Indeed,
the repetition is a necessary component of the teaching process.
iv “Progress”
related to the equipment rather than the content.
v But
I'll say it anyway.
vi It
hasn't happened yet and there's no reason to anticipate that it will
in the future.
vii Folding
up the map when I was done was nearly impossible, but trying was a
lot of fun.
viii I
save time by following the directions my wife gives me. They're
usually more accurate than the ones that the disembodied voice
gives, and they're usually better tailored to the way I understand
instructions.
ix It
was wrong but we didn't know that.
x And
it can't be denied that there is nothing new under the sun.
xi Objective
fact.
xii That's
my view, which, as I've often stressed, is true.
xiii “Suppose
you were an idiot. And suppose you were a member of Congress. But I
repeat myself.” – Mark
Twain, a Biography