I’d better say this before so much time passes I think it doesn’t matter.
It’s pretty tough even looking at my keyboard after the week I’ve had at the LUG. Apparently it got so bad the last I read some people have blocked my address. Now there’s a sign from Somewhere. Vengeance is not sweet. Mailing lists can be quite unforgiving.
Everyone’s got their excuses. Mine is that I had a jagged razor-like pain in my right ankle for several days. Instead of following my higher guidance to take a break from other living beings I thought I’d stick around and make everyone miserable. Not that it was a conscious decision, more like a lemming running to the sea.
I once received an email from a person I’d recently met online, and in it she said, “I guess it doesn’t matter what I say because it’s only email.”
Yes, it does matter. There’s another complex human being over here who can be just as blithely inconsiderate as you’re being right now or just as sensitive or just as hungry or just as tired. It’s not even a practice run, it’s the real thing. The wonderful paradox of computers.
In a split second they can wipe out years of work like it never happened, but every single thing we send across the ether is somewhere on a server forever. Every single word we send out to another person online is actually reaching another person. In the case of a mailing list, or a forum, maybe hundreds or thousands of people at once. After I hit the Send button I might as well consider my feet as being permanently attached to a soapbox in Hyde Park. There’s nowhere to hide.
One morning, awhile back, I was getting set to give myself a haircut. (We don’t have hairdressers in Canada, we have to do our own.) I don’t know if it was just too early in the morning, or what exactly all my ailments were that day. But I forgot to put the guard on the trimmer, and with one quick swoop I buzzed the right side of my head flat to the scalp. The very first thought that crossed my mind was Delete! Delete! My second thought was, “JL, you’re spending too much time on the computer.”
Other signs from Somewhere: A tech person came by last week and took my second monitor away and working with just one is too hard now. (Boy, it didn’t take long to get used to that.)
My travels have been delayed so I still have that to look forward to. All that sortin’ and packin’ and getting my mind in a groove to do something I don’t feel like. In the meantime, I think I’ll go fishing. Dig in the dirt, lay my old body down where the sun is shining.
If you don’t have Legacy 7 yet, it will be along momentarily.