Can’t Tie Me Down


I know it’s been a while. I feel somewhat sheepish. But I can explain, if any of my six readers are still reading.

I recently read Neil Postman’s excellent and prophetic book Amusing Ourselves to Death. I highly recommend it. In that book, Postman posits that new information technologies come with a price tag which we cannot calculate ahead of time. He gives the example of the telegraph, and this is so good I’m going to quote him at length. This is from the beginning of chapter five of his book:

[The] telegraph erased state lines, collapsed regions, and, by wrapping the continent in an information grid, created the possibility of a unified American discourse.
But at a considerable cost. For telegraphy did something that Morse did not foresee when he prophesied that telegraphy would make “one neighborhood of the whole country.” It destroyed the prevailing definition of information, and in doing so gave a new meaning to public discourse. Among the few who understood this consequence was Henry David Thoreau, who remarked in Walden that “We are in a great haste to construct a magnetic telegraph from Maine to Texas; but Maine and Texas, it may be, have nothing important to communicate. . . . We are eager to tunnel under the Atlantic and bring the old world some weeks nearer to the new; but perchance the first news that will leak through the broad flapping American ear will be that Princess Adelaide has the whooping cough.”
Thoreau, as it turned out, was precisely correct. He grasped that the telegraph would create its own definition of discourse; that it would not only permit but insist on a conversation between Maine and Texas; and that it would require the content of that conversation to be different from what Typographic Man was accustomed to.

My point is this: I don’t want to be banal on this blog. I want to share the wonder of what I see in the world and in God’s Word. When I read Postman, I realized that in having a blog, I feel compelled to post semi-regularly, which leads me at times to try to come up with things to say when in reality I don’t have anything worth saying. I don’t like that. I have no wish to become a slave to communication. I know that blogging inconsistently is no way to build a readership, but I’m more interested in sharing things of depth than sharing frequently.

So, I’ll continue to post when I feel I have something to say, and I hope you’ll come along for the ride! The best way to keep up is to follow me via email on the top right there. I hope you will enjoy it.


Debt to Society, Part One

This semester has been busy, else I may have written more. Maybe it was for the best that I have been off the clock, who knows.

I made some promises to some people, and then found that people expect people to keep promises that they make to people. Hm. This little limerick, humble as it is, is in celebration of my fiftieth follower, Faith. It is to the tune of a song from a popular children’s movie, and it is about a certain state. You may fill in the blanks as you please.

Floridia– that awkward state that juts into the sea,
Yet dignified enough to have it’s own couple o’ keys.
Even though it’s home to heroes such as Hemingway.
When I consider Florida I simply have to say:

Iiiiiiiittttt’s aaaaaaaaa…..

Supped-up geriatric state that’s really quite an isthmus,
Although during tropic storms it makes a decent litmus,
I would rather live somewhere that’s not so big on citrus,
As a supped up geriatric state that’s really quite an isthmus!


I hope that’s the level of quality you were expecting. I’m no John Milton, but I have been told I have similar facial expressions to Dick Van Dyke. And  since that one was pretty short, let me give a chaser:

Here’s to fifty followers, that’s ten more than two score,
We’ve certainly come quite a ways from only having four–
So to all of my readers (whom I fervently adore),
Invite your friends to read my blog– let’s hope for fifty more!