Real time web blowing my mind.  I wonder what the world will be like after this.  It’s already after this, and another million pages and entries and blog posts and tweets and retweets have been created.  I’m not offering hard numbers here, just a personal reaction as a tail end baby boomer who was born way before the information age barely kicked in (or at least the mainstreaming of it).

We are getting it all as it happens–but what are we getting?  Once again, and most importantly, we have to look at a trust issue.  In what comes across our radar, our content, interest, what do we act upon?  Do we consider our sources?  How and where do we filter the data?  Can we really call it information yet?  Assertions are made, but for the most part, they’re fields in RSS streams.  The have not been assessed, we don’t know their true value yet.  Caveat emptor and good luck sorting through it.

Faith

Oh hoping to write a few words.  Hoping to say something useful and meaningful for somebody.  Negativity blossoming for some, for those other than me.  Can I believe these words?  Can I take them to the faith bank?

Who has fallen on hard times? Have hard times fallen on you?  What could these hard times lead to?  Tougher people.  Survivors.  People getting back to what is more meaningful.  Technological dependence and focus and obsession?  Alcohol?  Food?  Tobacco?  Porn?  Is there creativity?  Who feels lost in this world, lost in their own?

Emotional combinations, collisions.  Clicking like cue and eight balls on green felt, cigarrette burns scarring the pastoral billiard table.  Concentration on the game.  Surrendering not.  Letting patience reside with you.  Focusing.  Generating the motion.  Living accuracy.

I don’t even know what color ink this is. Starting to see what is the real thing. Starting to believe something about someone somewhere. Starting to say something intelligent at some point. I’m not sure I know what that point is.

To not read the news.  What a blessing sometimes, to get away from the constant noise, from the battle for your mind.  To stop and think for a change.  Wouldn’t that be a grand idea?  Slow awakening to a better world, slow rising, springing into joy.  Glory happens to each of us, letting the rainbow in, that’s what is going on here.

Who does it by hand anymore?  It seems that so much of what I do is computer bound, whther it’s the PPC or the laptop, or the web, or something else.  As I’m writing this I am in the auditory shadow of my Mac Book Pro.  I don’t have to do this–well there is some way I do as it is difficult to get the machine out of the way–tethered still to usb external drives.

Happy Hand

It is addicting, this world of the web.  Every day, it’s different.  Different links to go to, different voices, different articles and topics.  What are topics?  What are trends?  Oh I think about Google trends, finding the hottest thing people are speaking about –and then navigating to the pages with those subjects, with that content.  So the hum of the MBP is there, it is such a nuisance of a sound.  It’s a growl, it’s a tiger, maybe it’ s the Leopard OS doing its thing.

So much of what I think about is web related technology.  Will I ever break free?  Step away from the CPU….