To blog again, on a somewhat, semi-kinda regular basis. Soon. Ish. Really. Probably. When I get a moment.
I have a lot of CDs.
Hundreds and hundreds, I believe.
But nowadays everyone (including me) simply download new music onto their computers, iPads, iPods, iPhones, iWaterPicks, whathaveyou.
My old CDs take up 3 bookshelves of space in my office yet most of them have not been touched in years.
So why are they still there?
Because I bought them, that’s why. I refuse to toss any of them. Even that Batman Soundtrack that Prince did 20 years ago. Don’t play dumb. You know the one I’m talking about. Admit it. You’ve seen 6,000 copies of it priced at $1.99 at every discount CD store you’ve set your foot in since 1989. Everyone bought that thing and we all think it’s crap.
So why do I decide to keep mine? Because it’s mine. And I like keeping my stuff.
And that’s my problem with THE CLOUD — that abstract thing that floats around cyberspace and one day very very soon will hold all of our music, files, photos, videos, memories and dreams as we shred, melt down and recycle every last trace of mankind from 1776 to 2008 .
All well and good and environmentally friendly and futuristic. But tell me — what am I going to pass down to my children?
“Here son, is a link to one of my favorite books growing up, The Catcher In The Rye. I hope you will always cherish this… link.”
“Here, son, if your great grandmother’s favorite opal pendant. Well, not here here. But go to this secure banking website and you’ll be able to see it through my DropBox account.”
Excuse me if I don’t get teary-eyed.
So I guess the cloud is a mixed blessing in my opinion. On one hand, I’m so happy to be able to carry all nine Chronicles of Narnia, 373 alternative bootleg recordings of Bob Dylan’s Blood On The Tracks and every episode of Sanford and Son Season 3 on my iPad whereever I travel.
Because I need to have those things with me. All the time. In case I want them. Right now.
But I try not to forget, it’s nice to keep some old stuff around the house too.
I don’t know what the exact statistics are but people don’t watch the evening news anymore. And I’m pretty sure I know why.
Because there isn’t any.
News, that is. Who decided that there were 30 minutes of recent events worth discussing every evening? The guy who sells Pepsi commercials, that’s who.
Me? I know the truth. Most of the things that happen in the world I don’t need to know about. And the 13 seconds it takes me each day to scan Google News verifies this. Don’t believe me? Here’s a live sample:
“Pastor who threatened to burn the Koran decides not to” — when did we decide that not doing something is also news?
“Iran cancels release of detained American” — again, something doesn’t happen and it’s news. Go figure.
“Jorge Posada cleared to play today’s game for the Yankees but will not play” – wow, we’re three for three in the “news of things not happening” department.
“Obama Defends His Economic Policies” — this falls under another popular news category — news of the incredibly obvious. Tomorrow’s political headline: “Obama thinks he’s a pretty good President.”
“Justin Bieber hits state trooper with water balloon” — granted, this is very important news. If I was 12.
“Facebook now more popular than Google” — no, not really news either. But I do enjoy this irony: I read about it on Google.
“Playboy model detained after trying to open plane door in mid-flight” — Finally! Something I need to know about. If that plane was flying overhead at the time I read it, I would know to duck. Thank you, Google News. Nobody wants to be crushed to death by a plummeting playmate. And if they do that’s news to me…