Perhaps the holiday season has already taken something of a toll on my psyche, (though I do little shopping and I’m more or less done), I’m feeling a tad bit overwhelmed these last few days. I think it’s mostly due to the fact that my trusted computer is in the shop for some repairs, as is my guitar amp … and I think every electronic gadget I own. And on top of that, someone hacked into my own Myspace account. And today a plumber is suppose to show up and take care of a few problems we have here at the old homestead, but how often do plumbers actually show up on the day scheduled, and on time? I should perhaps lighten the mood, quit the blather - or just step boldly forth and augment the blather, and mention that I’m really fond of old school fear inducing literature on subjects like culture shock and modern paranoia, media paranoia, ("the medium is the message") … (my personal favorite faux-cultural-analytical phrase: “media derived fantasies”), conspiratorial governments, and discourses on the mechanization of middle class culture on their efforts to mute class … basically anything on the spooky-spooky future. I’ll just quote some Alvin Toffler here and put up a pretty picture of a galactic spiral. I’ll feel better. Hey, I do feel better!
"Man has a limited biological capacity for change. When this capacity is overwhelmed, the capacity is in future shock."
In short the definition of future shock is a personal sensitivity to "too much change in too short a period of time". I think Toffler is speaking to me directly, and that’s not a good sign!
I recently came across one of Toffler’s old books in a thrift store, The Third Wave. I glanced through it, and it’s not as richly paranoid as I would like it to be- I need more suspicion. If I was on my own computer, I could just click over to some eerie bookmarked pages, and just settle in with a nice cup of Earl Grey tea. There is a crumb of comfort there, don’t know why, but on some of these sites I find just enough soothing reassurance that whatever the hell is going on, seems to keep right on going on. It’s a disquieting assurance, yes, but it’s consistent, besides you know in this day and age you grab whatever peace you can find, I'm no good at being noble, but it doesn't take much to see that the problems of three little people don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world. Someday you'll understand that. Now, now ... here's looking at you kid.
Some may suggest that I am suffering from a condition known as ‘information overload’; I actually think my infirmity is in opposition to overload. I’m feeling informationally malnourished. I need more then Wikipedia to get through the day! Where is my goddamned computer! Where is that page on Yukio Mishima’s jisei poems? Where is that page on Exuma’s guitar tabs? Where is that page examining Paul McCartney’s death in a 1966 car accident? Which reminds me, I have to write an obit … now where the hell is that page?
Side note: Believe it or not the plumber just arrived, and exactly on time … I mean to the minute! My apologies to all plumbers everywhere trying to earn a simple but far greater living then I will ever know. And one more thing, for those of you who haven’t memorized the script to the classic 1943 film Casablanca, that “hill of beans" line is from a scene in that motion picture.