One of the problems of being an early adopter is that you get old, and newer technologies blaze past, leaving you sitting in your comfortable, but hoary, tech equivalent of the cave you share with your pet dinosaurs.
In my case, the pets are my blog, online in some form or other for 15 years now, and email. My blog autoposts to Facebook and twitter, so, for the uninitiated in the niceties of autopost scripts, it looks like I go there, which is occasionally true. But days and weeks go by without me actually logging in to either. If my name appears on twitter, Google Alerts usually catches it and emails me. But Facebook is inaccessible to Google, and it’s email updates are so numerous that wading through them has become a low priority.
So I missed something very special, I’m sorry to say. Writer, former colleague, Rip Rense chose to forward something he’d penned, on the occasion a recent special event:
If brevity is the soul of wit
Then life is the grandest of punchlines. . .
All the years add up to a sum
That just isn’t very some
They say the time contained in a day
Is infinite in its way
And the days contained in
Are universes sublime
It’s mad, still, the reck
of tick-tock’s dull beckoning
How else can one think it
When stars look like trinket
And the universe is said to have borders
(As if endlessness can somehow have hoarders!)
Well, it’s magnificently beautiful absurdity
If that’s not too flowerly wordity
This collection of agains and old somedays
You’re invited to gather up at your birthday
And muse over, for whatever it’s worthday.—Rip
As I wrote, belatedly, to Rip….I’m awestruck. What a gift…