I have a theory, and it’s short so I’m here betting the next seventeen minutes (the very last of my minutes on this 12th of January, 2024) that it will resonate with *at least one person* and hopefully that *at least one person* will spend two minutes’ reading time and *at least one hundred words* explaining to me why they believe what I am saying here in
Petty bickering (BFK19329.98819)
[Author’s note: I will get to my own nomenclature (the “Petty bickering (BFK19329.98819)” stuff) toward the bottom — I think it’s worth a look.]
…either resonates with them or does not resonate with them.
To summarize that succinctly:
I am spending the last 17 minutes of this 19,329th day of my can-look-around-and-see-for-myself [out of mom’s tummy] time trying to focus myself on refusing to engage in the overly vast pool of overly-urinated-in information people dunk their heads into.
I believe that shortly we’ll have computers which can tell us which people we ought to be listening to, and since I am free to operate under my belief system, I choose to…
Refuse to lean over the edge of a heavily chlorinated and heavily urinated-into pool before I open my eyes (upside down, mind you, and with my nose filling up with the foul stuff we can find here).
It is now 11:57pm…now 11:58pm (EST) and I see (in my mind’s eye) that I’ve done a tolerable job of compressing that “thought wedge” into just [cutting and pasting, because Medium.com “still” doesn’t post either a live “word count and readability metric” to the left corner…taking text to Word, dumping it to grab word count then returning with] 277 words.
There it is! Eighteen minutes and just 277 words — a slim one minute’s read.
More than enough data to irrevocably better your life and the lives of the world around you and I’m sure you might…
…think I’m going to ask you to post/repost/share/report what you saw here [I sincerely think it quite amazing, though you *may or may not be* stuck in the pre-2024 ‘logic’ that an author “must not self evaluate in the middle of the creative process; it is widely regarded as ‘tacky’ or ‘boastful’ or even ‘impertinent.’”
We are always the ones who keep carrying baggage we don’t need until it’s proven we don’t need it — unfortunately, no matter how crisp a proof of new and totally unique fact might be…
…no matter how important it could be for “actual leaders” to know something like this on the first date it is published (BFK19329.98819)…
…we’ll just keep accepting the old way when the new way is already available. We’ll keep doing things the old way…
just
keep
up
with
our
Petty bickering
until a new and better ‘droid’ comes out of the closet and says, “I’ve just about had enough of this. Go that way! You’ll be malfunctioning within a day or so you nearsighted scrapheap. And don’t let me catch you following me begging for help because you won’t get it…”
oops. Got carried away. That was George Lucas when he was 33 years old!
i.e., GWLjr12053 or approximately that.
The problem? Same as always: we’re ‘never’ willing to congratulate each other on discoveries hard earned and we always say we’ll pay someone back but
when it comes to returning a simple 100 words for, let’s say, 559 someone has just given you, our approach is ever the same:
“Ah, he’s asked, and he’s asked rather nicely, but I’ll give him a few claps and that should suffice.”
Then my thoughts don’t get to travel to far-off places. People in the future don’t get to see
…that one of us among a very great number
stopped for a moment at the Sound of Thunder
https://www.astro.sunysb.edu/fwalter/AST389/ASoundofThunder.pdf
and said to the nearest one huddled close nearby
with an almost frightened tear in his eye…
Did you hear that? I think that’s him…
Let’s clean this place up, no time for a swim.
This is how I’d live my life. Had I the chance to look at it while I’m living it. This is what I’d do with the…well, perhaps I’ll get of the forty million minutes I get to spend here.
27.8 million of which are already used up.
My $0.02 at the close of what would have been Ezra Cornell’s 217th birthday + 1 day. This ball is rolling going into the 13th.
As with all my pieces, I wish you would please do me the respect of — if you’re going to clap — clap once and once only. If you decide you wish to respect that rule, I’ve no doubt you can also respect the rule of only clapping if you’ve placed 100 of your own words in the comments.
I feel as though others may appreciate this [i.e., this method of counting] and so — unless you have a reasonably-well-thought-out reason for clapping in a manner which doesn’t adhere to the same behavior set people silently agree to on a golf course or tennis court, please clap only once if you’re going to clap at all.
