The Interweb Thingy
Best video I’sa seen in a while. Lookie it uppie on the thingy. So let me ask the age old question, “why do you need to know?” We are all on a need to know basis these days and for the most part, we don’t need to know.
What was your desideratum for searching out this blog? Was there something about coffee you needed to know? What could anybody possibly NEED to know about the Java? Was it Arabica or Robusta? There are ONLY two kinds. And you needed to know that? So’sa now as you sippa you can twitta, “hmmm that was some fine Arabica”?
The difference here is that I NEED to know to be able to write this. I have been the portent of information since time immemorial. Well at least as the 24-hour new rotation goes. The exigency of the corporeity is that we all know too much. Oh wait. Want to think we know too much. What would you do when?
“Cogito ergo sum” that should be the end of it. Just being cognitive of our own cognition allows us to exist. Proves our existence. I, just seconds ago, used the Googler, (Even though I use DogPile, I still call it the Googler), searched “two dimensional protoplasmic array”. 35000 references came up. I posit that the last few of these would have a tenuous connexion to the ole protoplasmic display. In fact, I just jotted those four words down out of pure haphazardness. Hard to believe I know.
So next time you get the compulsion to get out the info thingy, put it away and be thankful that you are in complete knowledge of your existence. Any and most of the so called information you would glean from your device on the aforementioned topic, you will either forget shortly, won’t understand, or it will be just out and out false. Not false information, that’s an oxymoron.
Short and strong today Carmela, I need to look up to it.
Mark Hull Du Calumet, First of the coterie of York, Son of Don, Scion of Karl in the House of Pfunkstadt, Connubial of Suzanne, Yeoman to the Hun of Honda, Prevailing in the Seat of Hespeler, Having been again to Australia, and now Grandad's Land, and for some, from The Dark Side. Not am Main nor ab der Elba, but down the Donau, and with Turkish Chai.
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