These days I find myself periodically reverting to being my own personal ground man to keep the dizzying whirl of life rushing past from reaching in and tweaking my brain in an undesirable way.In truth, it’s almost as if I’m on speed and spend my days racing from one project to another before I finally crash and purposely take a 15-minute power nap while sitting at the computer.Yet, today, you can’t fart in public without it being on You-Tube, Instagram and TV news alerts in the next five minutes.All of this has rendered most of the life experiences of folks in my generation and the one following it, almost totally irrelevant.First, we have to put things in time brackets: going back 20 years, it would be 1998 (which seems like it happened last Wednesday).By that time computers were a solid staple of life (Apple started business in 1978), cell phones were getting smarter and the Internet was already universal.In the years since home computers arrived we’ve watched an overall evening out of the culture from urban to rural, West to East and North to South.The cultural differences of the different areas are slowly disappearing (but are still obvious) because there is so much interaction via social media and the immediacy of information transfer via every form of media.
Still have most of it and the sub guns have been legalized. Trying to see how fast I could get my new speedometer to go, hit almost 30 mph going down the hill past Hughes brothers plant. Bike buried in snow: storm hit while we were in school. I had a bunch of them usually found in wind breaks (narrow rows of trees where everyone’s junk accumulated at the edges of fields).
It was a game to see how fast we could go through it. You could buy all manner of paperback books for 25 cents apiece. Nothing here of use to pass along to later generations, except maybe that reading is important. bd I can’t begin to explain why it has been so long since I wrote something here. However, I just looked around and realized a month or more had gone by and I don’t know where it went. It comes as no news to any of us, but I still find it amazing how quickly time changes as you move past life’s mile posts.
The new list came around once a month and I’d buy ten or 15 at a time and mom would go in to Lincoln once a month or so and drop me off at a book store, while she shopped. It has been said that life, like gasoline in an airplane, disappears exponentially: the last five gallons goes away much more quickly than the first five (actually, I think I said that).
So, if a kid graduated high school even in 1978 (technically he’d be a senior citizen by now), as an adult, he never knew life without a computer and his remembrances of pre-computer times would be his school days.
A 1998 graduate lived with computers and cell phones from the moment he/she was slipped into their first diaper.