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I feel behooved

After such a short post today, I feel as though I owe you more.

It was a short BBQ as far as botequim BBQs go, a mere three hours, followed by Nap-fu.

In a post today Andrew was extolling the benefits of newsprint over iPhones on All Downhill from Here.

He was so right, you can’t wrap fish ‘n chips with a screen. His further comment lead me to make this…

DogVomitiPhone-300pxYes, there are times when newsprint wins.

Today’s lunch of grilled bacon slab and aspargus with a wine and cracked pepper sauce was put on hold until tomorrow. The cracked pepper sauce was leftover from yesterday, I’ll reheat it with red wine just for variety.

The prospect of another BBQ on Wednesday as a goodbye to 2014 was mooted and greeted with enthusiasm.

Today it is cloudy. There may be no sun, but it is hot and sticky.

Yesterday was so hot that it made the day before pale into insignifiance. I got sunburned in the shade The weather forecast says we could get a rain storm later, but definitely rain tomorrow.

Having appeased my coscience…

Later.

It’s Thursday

Nothing much has happened since the last time nothing much has happened.

Which all makes for a very boring post.

My excitement for the day has included:

Put a battery in the clock

Watering the plants

Nap-fu practice

Got the trash ready

All enough to give you a heady rush.

I was going to cook lunch; I looked at the cauliflower, I looked fish, I looked at the potatoes… and that was as far as I got.

spring-around-the-corner1It’s so hot and stuffy. A sure indication that spring is just around the corner.

Actually, we should be having the spring rains. Which means hot days and a flash rain storm in the late afternoon. But we have been three weeks without a meaningful rain drop.

To make matters worse, we’ve only got a week of normal time left, then we do the clock shuffle for hora do verão (daylight savings, summer time, whatever). I hate that. I am a fan of do it and leave it, or just leave it. This annual ritual of taking the clock down off the wall reminds us that we need to dust more often. I just get my bearings fixed on the new time and it’s time to undo my bearings again.

The worst thing about today, is classes start at 4pm, which means I walk to work in the seering sun. It will be worse after we change the clocks, because I will be walking to work an hour after the hottest part of the day.

Last night was a blood moon. I saw it here, beautiful sight.

These can get you killed

These can get you killed

America is so screwed up. Another case of a black kid getting shot. Police say he was armed, bystanders say he was eating a sandwich and had no gun.

It’s pretty hard to imagine a dangerous sandwich… unless it comes from Subway. A gun was found at the scene; where did it come from? Are the police now providing their own evidence to justify killing a black kid?

It stinks.

This is the fourth such case in a month.

I agree with gun controls… Take them off the bloody police!

Ebola is on the advance, a new case of a British man dying in Macedonia. America starts watching for suspected Ebola patients at airports, and Britain is thinking about screening.

At risk of upsetting the French. They have uncovered 200,000 year old bones in Paris, by the river Seine. They are said to be Neanderthal bones… which explains a lot. The British have suspected for years that the French are Neanderthals.

The British police are miffed. There have been a number of cases where iPhones held in police custody for evidence have been remotely wiped of all data. And in another announcement, hard drives taken for evidence can be programmed to self-destruct if placed in an environment (like a radio wave secure bag) where it can’t reach the web.

It’s so nice to be assured that world is on course for auto-destruction.

Which all leaves me with less than an hour to become teacher-like.

Later.

I used to have these

plasticfigures

Hundreds of them, cowboys, indians, soldiers, animals… boxes of them.

We ate a lot of Corn Flakes.

Rainy days were spent making the lounge into a western frontier or Battle of the Bulge with block forts and our imaginations (my younger brother and I). We had toy cannons that fired matchsticks, some had plastic shells and then we’d demolish the lot.

Tom Thumbs

Tom Thumbs

Sometimes we’d take them outside and make battle grounds in the piles of dirt as Dad landscaped the new property. Then we were free to use real explosives; you know the Tom Thumb crackers.

Kids today don’t know the thrill of blasting your toys to bits.

Notably these toys neither squeaked nor beeped and screens hadn’t been thought of; at this time, we didn’t even have TV, although it wasn’t far away, just a couple of years.

Today, kids have become slaves to technology. iPhones glued to ears, iPads everywhere, tablets in the classroom.

Children-Using-Cell-Phone

It’s a social disaster.

Gone are the days like this.

socialnetworks

And the kids complain that they are bored.

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It makes me incredibly sad, to think that kids of today don’t know how to play,  don’t know the pain and joys of a bloodied knee, don’t know how to fall out of a tree and retain your dignity or escape with only a broken collarbone.

In stead parents lock their children up in sanitised houses, scrubbed with germ-free soaps, antiseptics, disinfectants and let them destroy their prospects of face-to-face communication.

Parents have delegated their responsibilities. Worse than the advent of television that became the square-eyed babysitter.

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I think I have been upgraded to the ‘new Twitter’. Since the reboot of PC, my Twitter page had a ghastly Irish green square at the top. I figured out how to make it dark brown; much more in line with my background.

Rained last night, plants are happy.

It didn’t wash the dishes for me, though.

I forgot to take the fish out of the freezer, late lunch today. Fish ‘n Chips with leftover battered cauliflower from yesterday.

No classes today, three day weekend.

Going to check the fish and feed Clorinha.

Later.

 

 

 

 

Technology Harlots

I was born in the age of pen friends and stamp collecting.

Today, 60 years on, you can do neither. The thrill of arriving home from school to find one, two or more letters in the mailbox and the disappointment if there was none is something that kids today can never know.

The ability to write a letter, to actually use a pen, to be able to spell and express ideas seems to be lost on the current generation.

The three or four week round trip, from posting to receiving a reply was sometimes agony. But pen friends wasn’t just about writing, it was about discovering relationships, ability to communicate, the handling of emotions, the organisation (I had many pen friends, I had to keep a log of letters received and sent) and  how to use the post office. There were so many peripheral aspects of life that were included with the responsibility of pen friendship.

E-mails, adhesive stickers (look like stamps, but don’t taste like stamps), franking machines (almost a dinosaur too), Skype, FaceBook, Twitter, Orkut have all been responsible for killing it.

Then there was the stamp collecting, carefully tearing the corner off an envelope, soaking the stamps in warm water, laying them on Mum’s table cloth to dry on the kitchen table, exploring the world with little pieces of perforated paper, mounting them correctly by country and year of issue in albums.

Today, it’s all Google, search and destroy, Earth, Wikipedia.

There’s no more going to the library, being a member of a library, borrowing books and the responsibility of caring and then returning them to avoid a fine.

The communications techniques of today are progress, I think not. While it may be faster and more wide reaching, we have lost so much of the human side of life. The destruction of languages, the banality of material, discussions about the puerile and the inane. It’s not progress, it’s a rot that is eating at the very core of society.

I go to a restaurant, and there are people on cellphones, I walk the streets there are people on cell phones, I ride in a bus and the driver is on his cell phone as are many of the drivers in cars.

I go to a restaurant to relax and eat a meal to enjoy the atmosphere and the air is punctuated with the obnoxious beeps and tweets of Nextel type phones; it’s horrid, it’s abhorrent, it’s bloody ignorant.

Technology has destroyed the respect people once had for one another. People are obsessed. “Oh God, I farted, must put that on FaceBook!” I use Twitter, not as a social device, but a way to publish new blog posts (some of which are banal, I have fallen into the trap). I get a tweet, “I am at XXX!” Who gives a damned? I ‘unfollow.’ The narcissism that technology has created is pathetic. I see pathetic people everyday and I shake my head, because I know it will only get worse.

Everybody has a PC, a laptop, a tablet, an iPhone that has more functions than I can fathom; and they use them for the paltry, petty and the piteous. Girls particularly have become slaves to the cell phone, they have become technology harlots, they have sold themselves to the idea, I must talk as though their very being depended on it. My God, I have known women who could do that without one.

Rant over…

It’s a nice sunny day out there, and my flu’ has gone.

Later

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