And you don’t have to be an “English major” to do
it. What’s interesting to me is that it takes a whole lifetime to learn to
do something well and these people haven’t even begun to begin and still they
abruptly want us to throw up our hands and speak Venusian into 100000000
digicams, buy counless expensive up-dates to our Google-glas and whatever else
the genuises at Apple and Google and Giggle tell us to buy to pipe our air-chops
and chirps and high and low kicking dance steps and slogans and raps and taps
into a numberless number of websites transformable into hand-held devices and
gps anchored free-floating cloud-infused, quantified cyber crypto-enclosed,
screwed (yes, in my opinion, ulimately) and screwable into the body-modified
plug-it-right-into-the-middle-of-the-forehead-if-not-right-up-the-old-wazoo
surgical port to bring a stirring virtual experience of a multi-dimensional
internal state of any flavor you choose directly to the frontal lobe nearest
you, so that someone who cares nothing about any on this—indeed looks down on
most of the humanities as something like a hobby for the less able kids from the
wrong side of the tracks—becomes richer than you’ll ever be, when a stub of
pencil and a scrap of paper, workable eyes and a thinking mind and a willingness
to try and try again for a life-time with no promises of success will serve just
as well for mere pennies to pounds.
And where’s my brace of virtual happy faces when I need
them?
Well, you’ll just have to drill a hole in your head and
hook up to the main frame to see ‘em, I guess!
Jess