Hmm, some pages have been ripped out… don’t remember doing that. Well, it appears this is my first journal entry in two years. I don’t know where to begin. Maybe I shouldn’t bother. Maybe I should hit Ctrl+A and delete this sorry mess before I even start. Leave well enough alone. Do I dare? I … Continue reading Do I dare disturb the universe?
I woke up this morning and didn’t feel any older, but according to the calendar, I’m now 38 years old — which is weird, just yesterday I was 37. But now I’m 38, another year closer to 40. This is supposed to upset me, but it really doesn’t. As I’ve said previously: I think I’m going to get better as I get older.
I was born July 12, 1976. Saturday marks my 38th birthday. Turning 38 is one of those deceptively innocuous birthdays. Because there’s not social standing or stigma associated with it, one tends to overlook its significance.
There’s an old Russian folk tale about a farmer who goes to the village wise man complaining his house is too small for his wife and their 10 children. The wise man tells him to invite his in-laws to move in, and to bring his farm animals into the house as well. The farmer complies, and returns promptly the next day, informing the wise man that his problems are even worse. The wise man then instructs the farmer to send away his in-laws, and put the animals back outside. Again, the farmer returns, and marvels to the wise man how spacious and clean his house is now.
If you’ve ever worked at a newspaper (and during your time at that newspaper you’ve ever worked on a Progress Edition) you know exactly what I’m talking about.
The advent of social media has revolutionized not only how we document our lives, but how we live them. Look around. It’s not uncommon now for many of us to fill Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram feeds with our everyday comings and goings.
Granted, I’m the last one to suggest all-out social media abstinence. Those of you who have me on your “Friends” list know I’m a regular purveyor of 140-character Twitter witticisms, artsy-filtered Instagram photos, and the occasional ideological debate on Facebook. But it is possible to have too much of a good thing, way too much of a mediocre thing, or diabolically too much of a trivial thing.
Today marks the 70th anniversary of the D-Day invasion of the beaches of Normandy by American and Allied forces. Termed the greatest armed invasion in military history, it was a turning point in a war whose influence looms large over Western Civilization to this day.
If you’re a younger person, your understanding of the significance of this day is probably limited to what you can recall from school or a Steven Spielberg movie. For our elders — who can remember the very real threat of the Third Reich and how unsure the outcome of World War II was during that time — the details of that bold assault remain emblazoned on the heart and mind.
I’m seldom on the cutting edge of new media or technologies. I usually start watching a new television series after it’s had at least three or four critically-acclaimed seasons. My smartphone is four or five generations old. And I only just recently discovered Spotify.