I'm missing out. The digital world has passed me by. I'm no longer in the flow of what's happening. The e-mail format is only viable as an enterprise agenda oriented sort of thing. Twitter is something I've just bought into and I'm just beginning to see the possibilities of that. I was a little intrigued by reading the tweets of the people on the scene of a bank in England being attacked by angry depositors and rabble rousers. Tonight on the news the attack on the bank was a big item.
Since I've only signed up for Twitter a couple of days I don't know how this technology will be used, but combining with GPS devices will make clandestine meetings easier, if that's possible. I've never owned a GPS device. I don't travel anymore. Some people appear to have treasure hunts with them they claim to be lots of fun.
The gadget technology seems to be headed more and more to hand-held devices that have everything but the kitchen sink in them, and that's the way the digital world for the consumer will be like. I didn't think the world could be more mobile than it is, but it seems to be headed that way. I foresee a problem with that. People don't really get to know each other face to face as well anymore. The clues one needs to feel safe with people they don't know that well aren't there anymore. On the other hand, they may not have been all that necessary to begin with.
Necessary for what might be a pertinent questions. I have to ask myself if the old rituals performed to be able to tell if a person you have met is someone you can relax around have worked all that well. The murder rate doesn't go down, and in fact it's climbing. Another thing to factor in is that most murders are committed by the very people we supposedly know the best. Friends and family. If you're gonna get murdered, it's the people you think you know best that's gonna put you six foot under.
I do not attempt to tell the God's own truth here because I don't know what the truth is or hardly ever. I try to capture the drifting thoughts that randomly appear in my imagination for reasons I may not understand. I don't know if the content I capture with these words is true or false. The Comments settings are turned off to prevent me from having to defend what amounts to little more than fanciful, sometime crude speculation. Great moments in our lives never return.
