WHY WE BLOG

There may be some three and one quarter million (shortly) blogs on the WordPress.

So we ask this question: WHY DO YOU DO IT?

For many, it is not money apparently, but time is spent typing and coming up with whatever it is you come up with. Why do you do it? There, alone at the lonely keyboard? Today, just on the WordPress, some 100,000 something of you will type out many millions of words. Each word cost .01 calories to produce. This results in a net loss of carbon footprint; than if you were out walking, or talking with someone making body gestures and such. But close to being a couch potato. Perhaps a high definition onion.

Point number one; I just made up that calorie figure.

The blog-o-sphere Internets tubey thingy is full of unverifiable information, suggestions, conceptions, and notions, plus many things I will not mention. Amidst all this highly questionable material, still you decide to blog, and one of you actually decided to read this post.

Point number two; The search for meaning and affirmation in a life of disconnection.

Despite the anonymity inherent to most post, many continue there search for existential meaning on the WEB. For some, it is the opportunity to be heard, no matter how ridiculous ones expression is, or how much you are ignored in the real world. Observe the invisible one typing at this moment. Yes you typer, this is the Great Spirit of the Internet asking you, why do you persist? Is it in the vain hope that the collective information of the Internet will evolve into the future life form of humankind’s destiny, and in this thin prospect, you place yourself as a serving on the plate of being? Just in case that other afterlife thing does not work out as advertised?

Point number three; Nutty and flashy titles get recognition and attention. Is this cheep billboard self glory the reason why you type?

Observe the standard titles of many top post (this one excluded of course), they often seem intellectually/emotionally immature, yet the interest grabbed is worth the effort to come up with a better fish hook. Secret point number four; The self confidence natural to being the editor and producer of your own blog lets you speak in utter certainty about things you can never be certain of. At least not as certain as you let on.

But since it is late, I will discontinue this post now, yet insert tags and categories, a bunch of them, just on that odd chance that someone, yes just one, you, will listen to even things without perfect endings.

and Jimmy calling me to come into the cat pen and play. I built the adobe outdoor room.

YOU’VE GOT SOME SPLAINEN’ TO DO!

Where you live in the country or world will certainly make a difference in my questions to you, or about others. When I moved from the Chicago to California, I was shocked for how bad the drivers were there. That did not prepare me for how bad they were in Portland Oregon. Which in tern, did not provide any insight at all at how awful drivers could be until I moved to the renowned (actually!) friendly city Of Tucson AZ. However, I do hear that things do not get much better to the northwest in Phoenix.

For this post, I am only talking about driving a car. There are certainly other differences as well.

TRUE FOR YOU TOO?

Nowadays in Arizona, it is not unusual to have cars come up behind you at night an never dim their bright lights. It is not just inconsiderate, it is physically dangerous, blinding the driver in front and making them have to possibly maneuver in position to avoid the glare. That takes concentration off the road ahead.

It might have been this way for some time, but it was not always so in the past. I imagine it is all part of the self centeredness running rampant in a culture that has many feeling they are all on their own to survive, who cares about the other guy. You might be on the phone or talking, doing more important stuff than watching out for one another where it is most relevant in the moment.

Tucson was something like the worst city for light running in the nation. One can often see 5 cars making a left after the light has already turned green for the cross street. Tucson has at least a 3 second delay from red to green to accommodate slow reactions. The amazing aspect of this phenomenon is; you can go from intersection to intersection and see the same thing happen just minutes later. What are the odds that only people who turn left, turn without ever knowing if the light has turned against them?

For some reason, it is implied that a possible majority of drivers will do this; follow the leader and hope for the best. I have seen this happen a hundred or more times and never was there a cop. I have often seen gross moving violations with a cop right in the front of the intersection, and still no action. In 40 years of driving, I have never gotten a moving ticket, (one parking ticket the first year I drove to visit a sister at college and got a parking ticket for parking in a way I did not know was wrong. Ignorance is no excuse)

Then there are those always bright blinding blue lights.

HERE’S LOOKING AT YOU!

It’s dark out. You are on I-10 leaving Tucson Arizona but cannot see clearly to San Antonio Texas. What can you do if you are cruising at 1,000 miles an hour? Well we have the answer!!!!!!

New

Macular degeneration HEADLIGHTS FOR YOUR CAR!

Now you can see forever. Who cares if it blinds the oncoming traffic. At least you will be safe! And that’s what counts!

This is to all you who do not notice how those bright bluish head-beams of yours are even more irritating that driving at oncoming traffic with the brights on.

YOU KNOW WHAT?

ENIGMATICA

(They way the tee shirt was before thinking of this post.)

THE PIED PIPER ALLEGORY

Of course I wear my underwear inside out, doesn’t everyone?

You have got to be kidding!

You mean they let those tags scratch their skin?

No! You cut them off!

And what about those ridges on the seems? You just going to let those wear away until you get cancer from the long term irritation?

OK. Just forget about the irritation points.

Your underwear is under!

Hello!

Afraid someone going to see you as being different? Oh my goodness, someones different, run quick!?

Who you impressing; the inside of your outer shirt or your pants? You conformist make me giggle. I’m glad there are just so many of you to keep the comedy show afloat.

It’s called do as you are led by appearances. Follow the conformist flow. Don’t be unique even if it makes sense to you. YOU MUST CONFORM! CONFORM. CONFORM. CONFORM. ACT NORMAL, CONFORM…

…and so they went, down to the sea cliff, and over the edge. Never to think for themselves again. But they made excellent shoppers. Knowing which way was up, all the way to the sea.

{why it is called uhsure}

BACTERIA PRINT

They say your eyes have reached their old prime at 11 or 12 years old, then it is all down hill.

Well I remember being a little worried then. What do they mean? Will it all start getting blurry? I already had to squint to try to read things.

Once I was an adult and could afford contact lenses, a new world opened up. Eyes over the hill indeed! Now reality was clear and frankly, kinda harsh in its sharpness.

I waited to wonder what nuance this peaked at 12 meant?

WHY SO TINY?

Then I began to notice, particularly after 55 but a little before, that print on packages was too small to make out. It really seemed smaller. We began to call it bacteria print since it looked like bacteria in a petri dish who seem to not know the alphabet or how to spell well at all.

One explanation I heard a decade or so ago was the hot shot designers were mostly 30 somethings or less and had no idea they were soon to be the vision impaired. I suppose we can attribute homo-my generation is all a sapient for the error of inclusion. It might have even been more sinister than that.

First the smallest print was the ingredient list, which might have information that would seem troubling to one if it was legible. It could have been to save a bit of ink. Now days even the plastic types triangle info for recycling is getting worn away, sometimes a number is somewhere near it. Is that the right kind for our recycling? We only take two of the seven or more types, some places take them all!

Now there are even plastic containers that no matter where you look; no triangle, no 5 0r is that an upside-down 2? No nothing but into the trash.

I am not sure aging and eye degeneration are the only reason for the small print seeming unintelligible, but at times it is true that throw sunlight on the small print and I can read it well, especially without contacts in that restrict eye focusing some. Eyes do seem to need more light but also find it at times too bright and irritating. I cannot say colors have changed at all, seeming as vivid as ever, and with contacts or glasses I still get 15-20 vision. Meaning in case you forgot having 20-20 vision and all; that I can see at 20 feet what normal can only make out at 15. But the ability of the eye to focus does seem to decline.

So you under thirty year olds. Is the small print really tiny or are the oldsters making it up?

Even with a wide screen TV. Some of the small print disclaimer or whatever it is, is both too small to decipher and on too short to care to try.

COMING TO A PETRI DISH NEAR YOU, THE MOVIE OF A LIFETIME: AGING!

Get the popcorn!