Wishes

I wish the internet had semi-fizzled. I wish, like the commentariat confidently declared in the mid-90s, that it had just been a fad. Now, 40 or 50 million people in the US would be using it, scientists and researchers would still be there, but we would not have to endure Facebook and the like.

If the normals had not dropped in, much would be better than now. Once the normals invade, all is lost.

Fred Up

Obviously there are degrees, but if we had to disavow the works of anyone who’d ever done anything heinous or horrible, we’d have nothing left to watch except perhaps Mr. Rogers.

And while I like that show just fine, I don’t think that should be the only entertainment available.

A Book

True for most people, I assume.

Remember writing papers in school? Remember trying to eke out 1,000 words or three pages or whatever seemingly arbitrary number a teacher set?

That’s the first 15 minutes. Then what? Yep, I was and am that annoying person who can toss out a 1,000 word paper in 15 or 20 minutes, get an A on it, and not ever think about it. That’s where I can just play.

I know I could write a book, or many of them, and that I don’t do because it’d be a lot of work comparatively and there is no money at all in it.

Versions

I am glad I have lived in many places, had many careers and been to many countries. It’s like living different lives. I suspect it has made my life feel longer (in a good way) as diversity of experiences negates the grinding predictability of doing the same thing for 20 or 30 or 40 years. Life passes in a blink when it’s all routine monotony and tedium.