Letting My Fingers Do the Typing

20 May

I had this well-structured post ready to roll, but I am not feeling it. Honestly, it seems too mechanical, and I am in a more organic mood. It is a night to let my fingers move over the keyboard and type what comes out of them. It is like playing with a Ouija board. Put your hands on the pointer and see where the energy goes.

In college, my roommates and I decided to break out the Ouija board. It was going good for a while. We asked about the hot girls in our classes and if we had a chance with any of them. We asked stupid questions that college guys ask. Then, one of the roommates asked if the Devil was in the room with us. To make a long story short, we became convinced that our apartment was built on top of an Indian burial ground. Everyone ended up sleeping in the same room.

I think there is a Ouija board somewhere in the house.

Wait, it suddenly got quiet. My wife and stepdaughter had one of those competition shows blaring. I think it was The Voice. It could have been American Idol. Anyway, they turned it off, and things suddenly got quiet. It is almost an eerie quiet.

There is a video on my desk called Rock and Roll: The Early Days. I watched it when I was a kid, and it fascinated me. The rise of the first stars is followed by their fall. Next semester, I am teaching a class on the history of American music and knew that this is something I wanted to show. Unfortunately, it only comes in VHS format. Luckily, we still have VCR’s on campus that work.

The quotation bubble at the corner of the screen just turned orange. That means someone left a comment. I just commented on a few blogs, so it is probably a reply. I got into this blogging business to write and have found that I enjoy reading just as much. It is always good to leave a comment on a post that you find fascinating.

By the way, do you want to know how powerful blogging can be? In my last post, I complained about Nashville not having a proper amphitheater. The Tennessean just unveiled a rendering of Nashville’s new downtown amphitheater. Now, that is power.Amphitheater

I found out about that through my wife’s Facebook. A friend who read the post sent over the link and said I would like it. I do not have Facebook. I am convinced that the Devil my roommate asked the Ouija board about is the one who invented Facebook. Obviously, it does good things, but those only cover up the evil within. Do you know how many problems are started on Facebook? A bunch.

There is a local controversy going on as I type this. A well-known guy has been accused of taking $5 million from people through a fraudulent scheme. There are people on Facebook actually defending him and saying everyone makes mistakes. That is true. We all make mistakes. However, stealing $5 million from people you have known all of your life is not a mistake. It is a calculated crime. Wait, all of that is alleged.

Anyway, it is not my point to talk about an alleged crime. The point is that Facebook makes us too connected. I know it is hypocritical to say because I blog and am on Twitter, but I am going to say it. We were not meant to be that connected to everyone else.

I suppose that I am finished with this string of thought. I should get out of my office and pay attention to other people in the house.

8 Responses to “Letting My Fingers Do the Typing”

  1. Marilyn Armstrong May 20, 2014 at 03:05 #

    I’m not a big fan of Facebook, though I use it to publicize the blog … and I’m glad you’re getting your amphitheater!

    • Rick May 20, 2014 at 03:07 #

      Well, it’s not built yet. However, the richest woman in the state wants it, so it will probably get done.

  2. Andrew Petcher May 20, 2014 at 03:52 #

    nice pot pourri! I remember the ouija board, it frightened me half to death!

    • Rick May 21, 2014 at 12:57 #

      It can get freaky.

      • Andrew Petcher May 21, 2014 at 13:39 #

        One night we were spending an evening with our next door neighbours Neil and Nettie and the conversation turned to the subject of the Ouija board. Neil laughed it off as nonsense and just to prove it set up a séance table. Sure enough we managed to make contact and Neil was dismissive of everything that happened. Then I suggested that I should take my finger from the glass and ask a question only I could know the answer to. We all agreed and I asked the spirit if he could tell us my middle name. Without hesitation the visitor spelled out ‘J.A.C.K.’ and I had to admit that this was wrong so we wound the session up.

        While we poured more drinks Neil looked up Jack in a dictionary of names and read out its foreign language equivalents and when he got to Russia he read out IVAN and I had to stop him there because Ivan is my middle name.

        I have never tried a seance since!

      • Rick May 21, 2014 at 14:38 #

        That’s very strange. I have played with the Ouija board a couple of times, and it always does something weird. But, it has never done anything like that.

  3. jcalberta May 21, 2014 at 15:12 #

    I often think nobody really reads or really cares about my stuff. Why should they? But on at least 2 occasions I’ve seen things in reviews and on TV that seemed to be directed lifted from my material. ?? I wasn’t offended or angry. I took it as a confirmation that someone is indeed listening – and perhaps some of I what I do is worthy.

    Ouija board? Not a toy – as more than a few people have found out – the hard way. It opens doors that may wish you’d kept closed – but now don’t know how. They should come with a warning.

    • Rick May 21, 2014 at 15:21 #

      I wonder the same thing. I guess we all wonder if anyone really reads our stuff. Maybe we can ask the Ouija if anyone is out there.

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