Why blog? I am sure I’m not the only one who asks this question—one that fails to find an answer, even as we fire up the keyboard and fill more white space with words and pixels—about what, for what, towards what?
The buzzword in these days of ubiquitous personal technology is “self-documentation.” It’s all about me. That’s nothing new. But what is remarkable is the divers ways and the ease with which we can do it and the widespread compulsion to start self-documenting with our morning oatmeal and stream personal factoids until (and including) the brushing of our teeth at night.
Is that what your blog has become? [Read More at Blogging from ME to WE]
I feel a bit like any dog we’ve ever had. Coming to a potential napping spot, indoors or out, there’s typically a lot of circling–once, twice, sometimes more–before finally having the sense that this is exactly the right place.
So I’ve gotten up from one place that just didn’t seem quite right, and am not yet ready until I circle a few more times to say the blog layout and color scheme and pages are right and I can settle in.
Beware shifting templates and riptides.
Maybe it’s more like a plastic surgery make-over. I can’t settle on my metaphor here. So shoot me.
That said, please let me know if any of the new bits don’t work for you or if the page is slow to load or you have any other issues or comments for change.
Maybe it’s just that sometimes a little liposuction and collagen filler give us the sense that we’re starting over with a new body.
Nothing wrong here that a little digital botox can’t take care of. We’ll be in the recovery room for a while and back on the wide screen with a tummy tuck and bee-stung lips soon enough.
We can define a second. But time—not so much. Some of you know Jacob. He’s started telling the beginning of his story at Life, the Universe et Cetera. He will soon be thinking about his place in time. It’s slippery at best–and much harder to wrap his head around than his place in space. We can measure seconds to fifteen decimal places. Your smartphone listens to the atomic clock (or clocks, really.) ▶ Where Time Comes From – The Atlantic
I suppose by now there are not many who have not seen the trailer to an upcoming movie filmed in some significant part in and based on a fictional mountain town based on Floyd. I was in town the day they were walking the llamas down the street. Just another wacky day in the Republic. ▶ ‘Geographically Desirable’ movie trailer
I’m still gathering web articles on big data, Internet of Things (IoT) and bitcoin. These are vastly significant cultural-societal-technological phenomena that don’t interest my tiny cohort of blog readers, it seems. So I curate quietly and mind my own business. For the most part. Just a few links of interest along those lines then, and I’ll crawl back into my cave.
▶ Big Data Breach: 360 Million Newly Stolen Credentials For Sale Hundreds of millions (some of you among them) are yet to be made public. I have one word for you, Benjamin: CASH. No. Make that BARTER. The credit card is dying.
▶ IBM wants to put the power of Watson in your smartphone And the brain begins is march to join the appendix as a vestigial organ.
▶ How The Internet Of Things Is More Like The Industrial Revolution Than The Digital Revolution Follow the money: many many trillion$ to be made in YOUR lifetime. And some are comparing it to a “second industrial revolution” or having the same impact on humanity (in combination with big data, robotics and AI) as “the coming of the spoken word and the written word” into the human experience.
“It’s really a watershed moment in technology and culture. We’re at one of those tipping points of history again, where everything shifts to a different reality.”
Though his mother calls him a “young man” when she needs him to act like one, Jacob is still very much a boy, really. He’s a good boy, but the world–until now– has been HIS world–his friends, his house, his bike and his dog. Like most early teens these days, some would say that he sees himself as the center of the universe.
But that’s not exactly right. Up until this certain point, Jacob had given no real thought at all to his place in the universe, or about that astronomical science noun as a real thing having any relevance or place for him at all.
But like or not, he was growing up. He found himself thinking more often and more deeply these days about things beyond himself. He was sometimes smitten by “notions” –as his mother called these rambles. Once he’d had a notion, he would follow it for days–weeks sometimes. It was a kind of puzzle, a digging for what he might uncover below the surface of things. It seemed there was always a treasure if you only took the time to dig a little.
These notions came especially when he was able to get away by himself, away to his secret place in the woods not a far walk from his back door.
And so once upon a time, and once upon a place, a certain very powerful notion came upon the boy. And herein is a brief account of where it carried young Jacob. If you care to come along, you may or may not find yourself traveling the same path to an equally-interesting destination.
Read more at Life, the Universe et Cetera, where this series of small tales will live.
Where this story starts on Fragments: Where and When in Time and Space: Background / Feb 24, 2014
The Muse responds poorly to pressure. In fact, She cannot be conjured, cajoled or bribed.
But it is possible to create the kind of accommodations that increase the likelihood that cerebral light bulbs will flash and pop, and an idea will take shape.
Some people find they have the most receptive muse-moments while walking in a quiet place; some while catnapping or rocking on the porch or reading a totally unrelated book.
Me, I’m a hydrovehicular creative (if I can claim to be at all). Those few who read my post on this topic at Life, the Universe et Cetera the other day please peck around instead in the archives before you wander off.
(I confess I’m also a DendroRiparian writer-aesthete-creative. You’ll have to figure that one out for your own self.)
Otherwise, read My Best Thoughts Come in the Shower at LU&E and offer a few words about what it takes to bring your Muse your moments.