And, now, for some stream of consciousness. I must be conscious, because I am putting words on a “page”…
Ever since I started this blog—because someone suggested that a blog would help sell my trash fiction, which it hasn’t—I have felt obligated to post something each day, in case somewhere in the world, some poor soul with nothing better to do might want to read something witty or worthless, to take his or her mind off all the troubles of the day, big or small, at home or abroad. Some days, I offer a link to something worthwhile—of course, written by someone talented. There are a few regular favorites, some humorous, some intelligent, and some both: Borowitz, Collins, Jenkins, Non Sequitur, and so on. If I like and respect them, then everyone should. Duh!
Today, when thinking about what to write, I could find nothing to offer the world…except my thoughts, as I was trying to take a nap. I have found that a nap is a good way to waste time, when I can think of nothing better to do or as an excuse to avoid things I could do. Ronald Reagan took naps and look at all the damage he did. This line of thinking led me to consider what I should be doing. At the highest level of consciousness, I realised that the only thing required of me—as a human being—is to eat and sleep. I have fulfilled my purpose on this earth by reproducing two fine children, who are attractive, intelligent, and good humans. I have no other purpose.
Because of that, there is no crime in taking a nap…whenever I want. As far as the eating part goes, I am lucky. When I consider the fate of overweight Americans, I know that there but a good metabolism go I. At times, I will eat an entire bag of potato chips or a pint of ice cream. The appealing flavor helps me to understand why folks put on pounds: it tastes good, therefore I eat. Self-discipline—which I have—is not at issue, it’s metabolism. Either one puts on weight or one does not. I am lucky.
So, I can eat and sleep all I like, being content that I am harming no one and not avoiding any useful purpose. That’s what I call a good life. The only aggravation comes at the times when I am foolish enough to flip through the news channels and pause at Fox News or glance at the headlines on Salon, which scream about the idiots on the right side of the political spectrum. And, believe me, these people are evil idiots.
Which reminds me to finalize my next trash novel, in which some bad folks play a role. I have written a rough draft, but can’t find the needed motivation to finish the damn thing and share it with the world…which is not interested in another trash novel…
While watching an infant at work, one can have the strangest thoughts…
I have already mentioned that children must think from an early age. One can determine this from things they do. Like a grown-up pondering a buffet, an infant ponders the choice of toys, before selecting one. Infants learn to mimic, but what does that infant think, when it picks up a remote and waves it in the direction of a television?
This raises another question: in what language do infants think? One might assume that they think in the language of the parents. That might be the case in a single-language family. But, what about a child that grows up in the house of Babel, where more than one language is spoken?
Infants collect and store memories, but what language is the on-board computer using? A child enters a room, in which it has been earlier, and crawls to a place it knows and touches things it has touched before. Different rooms have different features, which become familiar. Before choosing a direction, some thought must prepare the way.
One thing is certain: infants do not think about religion, Santa Claus, Satan, Jesus, self-actualization, winning the lottery, or the after-life.
At some point, children learn language. Unfortunately, none has revealed the secret of the language of early thought.
I read today that the average person is believed (rather wishy-washy wording for a scientific finding) to have 70,000 thoughts each day.
If I had so many thoughts, when would I find the time to write my blog. I recall having about a dozen yesterday, and most were worthless. Like this post...
On the other hand, the rest of the article (http://www.guardian.co.uk/science/2011/mar/13/memory-techniques-joshua-foer) was interesting. It explained humans' growing inability (or lack of effort) to memorize information. Having instant access to so much information devalues much of it. Does having access to everything basically mean having access to nothing in particular?
During the Cold War, communication specialists used to say that information was more valuable and longer-lasting in communist countries than in the West, because the truth was so rare. Fleeting stories on the 24-hour news cycle gain no traction on the human mind.
If people don't value something or are too lazy to remember it, then what happens when the power goes off?