Thursday, May 31, 2012
Happy tenth birthday to this blog!
From low-key beginnings ten years ago today to an early years’ rate of posting (near-daily) that now seems quite manic, through an extended mid-life crisis hiatus (late 2004 to early 2006), and evolving to today’s armchair soliloquy-type blog, I feel like a special telegram for my online longevity, especially in the face of my utter techno-phobia/incompetence (then and now), would not go astray.
The older you get, the more you understand the non-linearity of ageing and time. It is sweet and fitting that young adults mostly see their elders as fools bumbling through a fog of pathetic nostalgia for their own youths, and lugging on their backs an accumulated general crustiness (techno-phobia/incompetence, fashion-crimes, etc). Guilty as charged – someone always has to be the first person to arrive at the party, and sometimes you are so early, you just miss the previous party, if you know what I mean. And the older you get, the earlier you get.
Earliness is not very linear because the just-in-time yoof suppose, not unreasonably, that the narrative begins with their own arrival, while for us, their elders, the narrative began much, much earlier. The slow trickle of ever-later arrivals spreads and mesmerises us like ripples on a pond, until eventually the latest-of-the-late (aka newly hatched young adults) make no discernible impact whatsoever with their arrival.
So here’s my toast: to early adopters, everywhere. To the rest, there’s always Twit-Book – that magic land in which the later you are, the better the party will always be.
From low-key beginnings ten years ago today to an early years’ rate of posting (near-daily) that now seems quite manic, through an extended mid-life crisis hiatus (late 2004 to early 2006), and evolving to today’s armchair soliloquy-type blog, I feel like a special telegram for my online longevity, especially in the face of my utter techno-phobia/incompetence (then and now), would not go astray.
The older you get, the more you understand the non-linearity of ageing and time. It is sweet and fitting that young adults mostly see their elders as fools bumbling through a fog of pathetic nostalgia for their own youths, and lugging on their backs an accumulated general crustiness (techno-phobia/incompetence, fashion-crimes, etc). Guilty as charged – someone always has to be the first person to arrive at the party, and sometimes you are so early, you just miss the previous party, if you know what I mean. And the older you get, the earlier you get.
Earliness is not very linear because the just-in-time yoof suppose, not unreasonably, that the narrative begins with their own arrival, while for us, their elders, the narrative began much, much earlier. The slow trickle of ever-later arrivals spreads and mesmerises us like ripples on a pond, until eventually the latest-of-the-late (aka newly hatched young adults) make no discernible impact whatsoever with their arrival.
So here’s my toast: to early adopters, everywhere. To the rest, there’s always Twit-Book – that magic land in which the later you are, the better the party will always be.
