Acronyms

The past three days have been a litte storm of mad acronyms and tech specifications. At first I though I'd be buried under the sheer volume of stuff out there. But as the days progressed, I found my eyes glazing over less and less; maybe I'm being optimistiuc, but I might be on my way to making an intelligent choice. Maybe.

So, what's in the news? Today a man became a hero, others died ignobly, many more were ignored outright, some albums were issued on their slide to the bargain bin, it is raining here while old ladies slip on the early morning ice in Alberta, and, in what is apparently the seventh-most-important story of the day, according to Yahoo, some overpaid basketball players got into a fight. What's the deal here? Did someone die? Did the fight involve nuclear weapons? Because then the story would justify the fraction of a second I spent looking at it. At this rate, it just wastes my time and continues to pump the public mind full of circuses instead of keeping us docile and depressed and maybe, just maybe, moved to do something about the terrible things of the world.

I don't know where I'm going with this, but maybe the point is that if this society were embodied within one person, that person would either be horribly lopsided or paralyzed in some way.

Consider: "what base can you posibly have when you search for the meaning of meaning? A circular base; a house of cards built on a mote of dust in the winds of a hurricane."