My head was spinning with all the activity today. Waking up late, finding out the niece is pregnant (again!), going a couple exits down the highway and getting bloodwork done at my healthcare provider, doing an assessment/questionnaire with someone *else* at that same healthcare provider, running to Schnucks and getting groceries (which was busy as all hell), coming home and having some rest, and now I am up and ready to write a bit :)nn*What is there to write about?*, you might ask. And that is a perfectly legit question. As I *have* to have an active/curious brain in order to come up with ish to write about on a regular basis, even though the Internet isn’t giving me any **content** to “quip” on. I mean, there are plenty of by-the-second trends and tabloid crap on social networks, and before one can even muster a response, the “trend” is already over, as publications and advertisement algorithms are far too sophisticated to let a story linger that isn’t 100% “*engaging*” with the users of said social network. But, at the same time, *I* don’t use social media, so no one can even generate a semblance of information from a “news source” in order to hammer out a blog post that I may happen across, that *I* could then derive some sort of knowledge about. It’s like: “it’s happening here, live, in-the-now – be there or be square”. And any form of “record” of the world’s events are “poo-poo’d” to the point of, if someone wanted to research something that happened a year ago – too bad. It already happened! It’s like people have what Douglas Rushkoff calls “*Present Shock*” – just an “always on”, “always connected”, torrent of live events and happenings, and one is either *participating in* the live occurrences, on one of those (very specific, and limited (and centralized)) social platforms, or they just have to “miss it”.nnIt’s ridiculous. Suffice it to say, *some* things make their way into my world, but the *vast* majority of life’s occurrences (in the greater world, at-large) miss my radar, and they come about, and live, and die, and make an insignificant impact, and I go about having never been privy to their existence.nnAgain, this isn’t a form of FOMO, as I appreciate the “ignorance is bliss” approach to letting the world go on, with or without me, with or without my participation in (and sometimes complacency with) the happenings of the world. nnBack later

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