Sometimes technology gets so advanced, we lose sight of the original goal.
Take distance education for one example.
The instructor need not be physically present in the time and space where the students are. So by extrapolation, nor does the student. He or she can pick up the lecture or lesson later on the 'puter.
Sort of like taking a textbook home, isn't it? Only with more pictures. You can listen to the lesson later, or you could read about it.
Ergo, we need not build any more schools.
Of course not too many people want to read these days, or they don't like to read very much.
According to current technology, if you're over 140 characters in your message, you're taking up way too much time and space. But not really ... because what happens is, you send out your 140 character message, receive a 132 character response, send another, receive another, send another and ... before you know it, the morning's gone. Yay ... efficiency!
Speaking of wasting time and short attention spans ... I was studying my corn flakes the other day and son of a gun, there was one flake that looked like Jesus, or maybe it was Moses. I picked it out of the bowl and preserved it in a jelly jar to show all my friends on Facebook, but then remembered I'm currently shut out of that place because I've been compromised or something. Whatever it is, it doesn't bother me, except for the fact that I cannot share my corn flake messiah with others who I am sure are anxious to check on my most current status.
Well, my recent status is ... I'm fine, a little overweight and a bit tired from yard work and I need a haircut, OK!
Now back to the corn variety of flakes.
No sooner had I preserved the Jesus flake, when lo and behold, my next spoon full of milk and flakes brought forth another revelation. This time the flake from corn totally, and I mean totally, resembled Julia Roberts. Then I burned up some toast, and darned if I didn't get an image of Aunt Eileen.
Then I went back to the corn flakes and whoops, there it was, I kinda blushed because it was Madonna in her bustier ... no, no, no, not the real Madonna, but the singing Madonna who just likes to sing about virgins.
I gave up and went outside and noticed the two tulips we have in our pretend garden were blooming and one totally looked like Donald Duck ... I swear to you ... four epiphanies in one morning. It was much too exciting.
Because of these diminishing attention spans, I was going to swing into yet another tale of my friend, the dive-bombing robin, that has set up a nest on my back fence. She is now feeding tasty insects to two little ugly robinlettes who will no doubt thrive while I retreat into the front half of the back yard that the mother robin has allowed me to use. I never imagined how threatening robins could be. This one has certainly gained my attention and respect.
If you need to talk with Park about anything regarding education, images in cereal, limited attention spans or wildlife, you can reach him, sometimes, at normp...@estevanmercury.ca