Wednesday, July 05, 2006
This is when the time starts to drag. Two-ish. Lunch is over. Quittin' time is hours away. Why not kill a few minutes by writing something on here. But what to write? How about my life from 1-10. Here goes:
1. The number of sisters I have.
2. I have two little eyes that blink blink blink.
3. The number of wheels my car would have if I lost one somehow.
4. The number of wheels my car has before a freak accident where I lose one.
5. The number of Ford Tauruses my family owned at one time. Pretty sad, huh.
6. Not counting in-laws, the number of members in my immediate family.
7. The hour I wake up every morning.
8. The hour I actually get out of bed every morning.
9. The time I finally get to work.
10. What I rate on a scale from 1-10, based on physical beauty and overall attractiveness/intelligence.
1. The number of sisters I have.
2. I have two little eyes that blink blink blink.
3. The number of wheels my car would have if I lost one somehow.
4. The number of wheels my car has before a freak accident where I lose one.
5. The number of Ford Tauruses my family owned at one time. Pretty sad, huh.
6. Not counting in-laws, the number of members in my immediate family.
7. The hour I wake up every morning.
8. The hour I actually get out of bed every morning.
9. The time I finally get to work.
10. What I rate on a scale from 1-10, based on physical beauty and overall attractiveness/intelligence.
I don't play chess very often, but if you're familiar with the game, you know that the white pieces move first. Why? A kid I knew in high school, who was an accomplished chess player and also a Korean-American, explained it to me this way, simply yet profoundly, in semi-broken English. "Long time ago, old man say, and the white shall go first."
There's not a shred of reason or logic behind the old man's decision. Something is simply because it is. It doesn't have to be, but it is.
The word blog has always bothered me. It follows the tradition that Internet pioneers began in the hazy yesteryear of 1997, namely, giving crazy names to companies and products for the precise fact of distinguishing them from the compulsory clones and shameless copies that inevitably follow. Think about it. What are the most successful Internet corporations in the short history of the medium? How about Yahoo, Amazon, Google, Napster...all household names...but what do they mean? Nothing. If I were going to start an online company selling books, music, and just about everything else, I'd name my corporation anything but Amazon, yet the company was revolutionary and remains a cornerstone in E-commerce. The whole thing proves that Shakespeare was right; a rose, by any other name, smells the same. But blog? It sounds like something that belongs in a toilet. I can picture it now...a boy walks out of the bathroom, and his mom goes in soon after..."Get back in here and flush this blog down the toilet!"
Despite my denigration of the term, blogging seems to be the way the world is moving, which defies the attitude of inherant laziness I tend to associate with humans. So why do people blog? Because that's the way it is, and that's they way it's going to be. And no old man had to say it this time.
There's not a shred of reason or logic behind the old man's decision. Something is simply because it is. It doesn't have to be, but it is.
The word blog has always bothered me. It follows the tradition that Internet pioneers began in the hazy yesteryear of 1997, namely, giving crazy names to companies and products for the precise fact of distinguishing them from the compulsory clones and shameless copies that inevitably follow. Think about it. What are the most successful Internet corporations in the short history of the medium? How about Yahoo, Amazon, Google, Napster...all household names...but what do they mean? Nothing. If I were going to start an online company selling books, music, and just about everything else, I'd name my corporation anything but Amazon, yet the company was revolutionary and remains a cornerstone in E-commerce. The whole thing proves that Shakespeare was right; a rose, by any other name, smells the same. But blog? It sounds like something that belongs in a toilet. I can picture it now...a boy walks out of the bathroom, and his mom goes in soon after..."Get back in here and flush this blog down the toilet!"
Despite my denigration of the term, blogging seems to be the way the world is moving, which defies the attitude of inherant laziness I tend to associate with humans. So why do people blog? Because that's the way it is, and that's they way it's going to be. And no old man had to say it this time.
