Last week I celebrated my 44th birthday. I had a great time. We went to dinner, shared some laughs and got a cat. Yes, a cat. Birthdays always make me think about my life — the choices I’ve made, the people I’ve met, etc., etc., etc. Birthdays also make me think about life in general. Where is the world going? What’s it going to be like in 50 years? 100? 200? Will I be able to use technology to survive that long? I totally can see myself as a brain in a robot body. . .But I digress.
I look out at the world and I am afraid. I’m afraid for my family. I’m afraid for my fellow human beings. Every day it seems like technology is advancing us towards some (hopefully) utopian future. I am all about high tech gizmos like brain/computer interfaces, smart watches, smart clothes and smart houses. Unfortunately, in so many ways, we also seem to be moving backwards as people, as a society. Don’t believe me? Just look at the evening news. Our government is a joke. Fake scandals, lies and political posturing have become the norm. Republicans are chomping at the bit to undo the little bit of good Obama has managed to accomplish. Our economy is on the brink of something — I’m not even sure what anymore. We’ve committed ourselves to yet another war across the sea and it will be interesting to see if this time we actually give a shit about the welfare of our troops after they come home — those that do get to come home. Cops are running wild, gunning down citizens (sometimes innocent, almost always unarmed) and most of the time getting nothing more than a slap on the wrist. Public beheadings. Kidnapped child brides. Hate crimes. The world has become a scary (scarier) place.
But here’s the thing. I don’t like living in fear. I’ve spent too many years doing it. In the immortal words of Popeye the Sailor, “I’ve had all I can stands, and I can’t stands no more!” I refuse to keep doing it. I’m not living, I’m existing. So here is where I will wage my battle with all of the things that go bump in the night, clunk in the day, and squish in the twilight. I’m talking about the crappy news, the scary policemen, the weird tales and the wild storms. I will face them head on with my observations and my words, topped off with (hopefully) a funny quip or two, a bit of imagination, poetry, music, books and all sorts of things that help cast light into the dark places.
This time I’m really going to try to keep my personal wackiness from getting in my way. I’ve started this blog many different times and always end up letting it fade away. I don’t want to do that anymore.
So, here’s to new beginnings. . .