Typing across this enormous chasm of experience is exactly like talking to the 23 year old me. Only, the 23 year old me would have only just switched from a rotary phone to a touch-tone, and wouldn't yet see a music CD or even a pager for a few more years. The 23 year old me would still have the very first model of the Apple MacIntosh computer sitting in his living room in all of it's 4K, 6-1/2" screen glory. Or whatever the hell size it was.
But back to my lurking. I've been reading and commenting a lot on the sensationally well-written blog of one Luke Baumgarten (did I get that right? Call him Luke). I was led to Luke's Blog by the sensationally well-written blog of one Mike Sheffler, a cousin of mine with whom I've only made a fairly recent aquaintance.
I liken all this blogmenting to having chats across space-time with a younger me. Really, despite the Jetsons vs. Flintstones air to it all, the issues are oddly the same. I don't know if this is good or bad. Has nothing changed in 20 years but our freaking phones?
Luke and Mike are in tip-top analysing shape. They are very busy rooting out the meaning of life and the mechanisms responsible for our existence, all while admitting they can't find their way around the city or get a single decent haircut inside of a decade. They have their teeth sunk firmly into the cultural cacaphony and the political miasma that is early 21st Century America. Which I like.
It's only appropriate then that my first real post here on my very own blog is merely a link to my most recent comment on Luke's Blog.
I may re-work it and drag it back here and make a whole post of it here later.
Just make sure to find your way back.