it was great as always, to talk to you, last night, your long silver hair, bushy brows, bright blue eyes, the long deep lines that run to your chin, a face thats been yelling and laughing and singing with closed eyes, i mean, you close your eyes when you sing, and when you speak. but through the ether of the world wide web, as a picture on a screen you're observing both yourself and my face and i see your eyes stay open.
i binge watched the queen's gambit last night. it's about a chess player. it's a role, a story, at a time when the gods and the ghosts and the worlds collide.
i don't know if we were meant to have this technology yet. it seemed it would be a gift, a reward for having created the most great peace out of the endless wars, the opportunity to stay connected to our gods and ghosts and worlds, not the means to perpetuate pretend wars among the survivors of real wars. today there are many futures depending on where we type.
i remember grandpa banging on his computer with his giant hands, words on screens command no bravery, valor, courage. it's an overactive mumbo jumbo of letters processed by machines to act intelligent. today it's a kid in utah flying a bomber drone over libya. IT, or information technology is killing itself. there is too much predatory dark web and the whole society that's being enriched by it, is complicit.
i have blogged now for about 15 years. when i started i was angry, said some things, hurt some feelings, inspired others to do the same. amused a few russians, maybe the blog should be taught to the chinese to learn english and to stand up for themselves. maybe i should send my memoir to cousin richard; i've heard he works in printing over there.
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