Can you hear me now?
I sent out a text message to let the people who most frequently text message me that my text messaging was working… which it was not. It looks like they all went out in the middle of the night, and some of them showed up blank.
I still don’t receive anything anyone sends me. I guess I haven’t for a month. I wondered why it got so quiet.
Anyway, that touched off some voice message tag with one of the people who got a blank text message in the middle of the night. The voice message tag also included some talk about some mail that I boxed up and mailed them in the mail.
It all has me thinking about the silly hysteresis in life. For instance: I have been trying to use broken technology to communicate about our broken communication technology. I wonder how much of that we do. We build a system to help us communicate and the system grows and envelops us until all of our communication is spent on the communication system itself. What did we communicate about before?
I don’t think there was a before. I think maybe its just the way of things. Like making your bed, or eating, or sleeping, or going to the bathroom. Or sleeping in your food and going to the bathroom in your bed. I think they are just part of the cycle of life. Except for sleeping in your food. That only happens once in a while.
What about communicating about your feelings? Doesn’t that just make for more feelings which must be communicated? What if the feelings communicated create feelings disproportionate to themselves? Then the feelings get all built up and fall behind the communication and then communication breaks down, requiring communication to fix it. It all seems exhausting doesn’t it?
On the other hand, as much as I threaten it, I think being a hermit would be dreadfully dull. Though there would be far less to communicate about the feelings associated with going to the bathroom in your bed.
I still don’t receive anything anyone sends me. I guess I haven’t for a month. I wondered why it got so quiet.
Anyway, that touched off some voice message tag with one of the people who got a blank text message in the middle of the night. The voice message tag also included some talk about some mail that I boxed up and mailed them in the mail.
It all has me thinking about the silly hysteresis in life. For instance: I have been trying to use broken technology to communicate about our broken communication technology. I wonder how much of that we do. We build a system to help us communicate and the system grows and envelops us until all of our communication is spent on the communication system itself. What did we communicate about before?
I don’t think there was a before. I think maybe its just the way of things. Like making your bed, or eating, or sleeping, or going to the bathroom. Or sleeping in your food and going to the bathroom in your bed. I think they are just part of the cycle of life. Except for sleeping in your food. That only happens once in a while.
What about communicating about your feelings? Doesn’t that just make for more feelings which must be communicated? What if the feelings communicated create feelings disproportionate to themselves? Then the feelings get all built up and fall behind the communication and then communication breaks down, requiring communication to fix it. It all seems exhausting doesn’t it?
On the other hand, as much as I threaten it, I think being a hermit would be dreadfully dull. Though there would be far less to communicate about the feelings associated with going to the bathroom in your bed.