Crashed
Losing all your technology at once is a good reminder of how relative things really are.
My laptop crashed last week, and the desktop mysteriously went down over the weekend, which nearly completes the cycle (I’m not into hanging out on my iPhone or blogging from it….yet…It’s still basically a phone and contact list. That may quickly change….). Even part of my broadcasting studio is down for the moment. But then there’s Skype….which requires a computer. So, darn.
As my friend Michael Cook put it just the other day…..wait, I can’t retrieve what he said in the MercatorNet newsletter because it’s on my crashed computers. But it was something about how boring we can be when bemoaning the details of our technological trials to folks who’d just as soon not hear the latest aches & pains of the inevitably painful process of living and suffering in a digital world. Or something like that.
This is just to say that I’ve been assimilating news stories and thinking a lot about things like the Fort Hood shooting spree and coverage of it, the House (Pelosi) health care legislation and coverage of it, the anniversary of the Berlin Wall coming down….and coverage of it, but can’t blog much at the moment. Which is probably a very good thing. This is a very big moment in our history, our collective history. We are reactionary and imprudent in our utterances about everything. Some people have no unexpressed thought whatsoever.
So……having no chance to express even recollected thoughts and observations has been a learning moment. And borrowing this computer for the moment is an opportunity to tell anyone and everyone who may have written me in the past several days and not heard back that I’m technologically incapacitated. Which is to say…..I actually may have seen your mail and appreciated it greatly but didn’t have the chance yet to respond, or……please consider that I never saw it.
But I did see a note from an old friend with the stunning news that her brother has cancer, a young-ish adult brother. After they lost another brother very recently to cancer that came from nowhere to this healthy, young outdoorsman. They asked for prayers and of course, that’s what we do when we hear things like that. And the mass shootings.
A virtual crash is inconvenient but instructive. A real one is life-changing. And in that, we’re all connected.