Wang An A

You might have heard that saying at some point in your life. It used to be quite common, at least it was in my little neck of the woods. It was an affirmation, a response to something your co-conversationalist had just uttered. What was said might have been profound or profane, it didn't really matter. The response, if you happened to agree with what was said, was "Wang an A." If on the other hand you disagreed, the response might have been "Man, what have you been smoking?"

Thursday, June 30, 2011

The First

After writing for years in a paper journal, I decided to extend my thoughts to the "cloud."  The purpose is not to monetize or proselytize but instead to share my thought with you, whomever you may be. If you find what I write to be thought provoking then I welcome a response.  Let me be specific, I welcome a thoughtful response, not a four hundred character brain fart. If that is your cup of tea then please leave and return to your FB spews or your rants and raves on whatever forum you cherish most.

The great thing about a blog is you have all the room you need to get your point across.  The social networking sites are completely worthless in this regard.  Technology has once again replaced something that originally required talent, skill or at the very least craftsmanship.  That something is conversation, and it is becoming a lost art. When was the last time you actually had a conversation with anyone about anything?  Are you too busy to call your friend and talk to them? Its oh so much easier and convenient to just text them.  GK said recently that obsessive texting is the same thing as scratching your butt, and requires just about that much thought.  Parents are always complaining that they never talk to little Sue or Johnny.  They can't even get them to read an email.  The preferred form of communication is the brain fart also known as a text message. It goes something like this.  Parent to offspring: Hi Johnny. How is school going. Did you find a new apartment yet.  Love Dad.  Offspring to Parent: class ok send money asap xoxo. Notice the distinct lack of abbreviation in both messages: the parent because they don't know any other than lol and the offspring because they know the parent will have no clue.  What we have just witnessed is the new version of a conversation between people who know and supposedly love one another.  Ah modern times.

This being the first post in a new blog, I have decided to keep it short and spare the cloud too many more words for today. My intent is to publish daily, with the exception of trips to the wilderness. By that I mean going where there is no electronic communication available. Shock the monkey! Do you really mean to suggest that there are places on this earth with gasp(!) no cell service?  Believe it or not there are and I love them. Later.