The (Too Much) Information Age

As I sit here tonight, perusing through my collection of 3136 of my favorite songs for something to listen too, I'm wondering if perhaps the ever-shrinking, ever-cheapening, and ever-quickening megabyte is spoiling our appreciation of art, news, memories, etc. etc. Are we becoming more diverse or more scattered as a culture (and by "culture" I mean those who Google, listen to music, and have digital photos of their parents)?

I find myself rapidly developing an interest in late-night Dutch radio, as presented by iTunes. The line-up streaming from OngekendTalent.nl seems to be primarily comprised of sappy lounge songs (all of which sound eerily familiar as though they have a close American cousin buried somewhere in the top 100 charts), and deeply bizarre dub-house/trance spun by some 'rolling' Dutch DJ at some insane hour. This interest in Dutch radio will fade quicker than the sharpest tangent, but tomorrow I will again venture into my music collection in a desperate attempt to scratch that itchy desire for musical bliss.

Long gone are the days when two or three good albums could fill a summer and much of a fall with enough memories and good times to be filed in the long-term memory bank. Gone too are the days when a single photo could summarize with just enough significance an occasion of any magnitude - a wedding, a holiday, a trip, etc. I challenge you (all 1-4 of you readers) to find a single photo in your collection of digital photos that speaks as clear as a Rockwell painting of a situation/event. Here's my best attempt:

(Me, Tia, and Georgie had been driving all afternoon on our way home from Ottawa, and out of exhausted desperation we found a little dive of a motel in the White Mountains to sleep in for the night)

The Magic of Technology

How would we discribe this to the Greatest Generation? - the people who gave us chocolate milk and automatic machine guns.

(skip through to about 2 minutes into the clip and read the description on the right)

The vacationing virus

It's that time of year again! The time when all those seasonal viruses come inside after a long summer in the wind and in the earth. And who can blame them! It's getting nippy out there, the poor things! I'm playing host to a rather aggressive cold virus which wasted no time in cozying up to my glands, lungs, and head. Leaving me a wheezy and sneazy mess of a mammal for the foreseeable future. My head hurts due to a lack of oxygen coming from my lungs; which are being smothered in the cocktail of antibodies my swollen and sore lymph nodes cooked-up to attack the situation.

Enough of my whining!