I really should be in bed instead of posting this, but May was the month that saw the shuttering of the site, and I guess I wanted to make sure I was here on June 1 to declare it re-opened. NatDog sussed it out: she said the other day, "I knew you were working on something else, because you sure haven't been blogging." Well, I have been, and I still am, working on other stuff, but I'm back blogging, too.
So much is going on that makes me want to write stuff. Good things: blessings and satisfactions and achievements and options. Not-so-good things: challenges and struggles and disappointments and choices. Threads in the rich tapestry of life, as the Jesuits who taught me in high school were wont to say, threads which I would love to start sharing again.
I had dinner with my pal A-Wo tonight, and we were reflecting on that tapestry, particularly on how some things in life today are so different - my G1 Android® GooglePhone® is a marvel, without a doubt - while some things - like the decrepit restaurant booth we were sitting in - would have been instantly recognizable even fifty years earlier. The discussion put me in mind of a line from Messner-Loebs and Fujitake's overlooked classic from 1987, The Dragons of Summer. The bureaucrat-hero, commenting on life in a future filled with all kinds of technological advances, says
Oddly enough, the ordinary things of life - eyeglasses, neckties, danishes, poverty - seem to stay the same through time, while complex things like transportation change constantly. They call it Thompson's Law.
Well, I can't find any record of that law, but we have arrived at the future and it seems to be in effect. I don't even notice that the classroom I teach in is wired to the hilt and puts the most extensive network of knowledge in history right at my fingertips, yet I am still wearing sandals and T-shirts that I could have worn to high school. I don't know what to do with this understanding yet, but somehow I can't shake the feeling that I could find wisdom in it if I looked long enough.
* Oh, and for all of you who were disappointed I was didn't take the easy way with that title, here's a picture of Otis from Hawaii. Makalapua!