First Post

In what has been a rather delightfully nostalgic week, I have re-read old letters, rang many a friend to re-live those "Massive Nights," and now, of course, I'm creating, for the second time, a blog. This time, of course, I'm not going to limit it solely to tails of my travels and goings-on. Rather, this is going to serve as, hopefully, a megaphone, providing my voice which, in my over-powering sense of self-importance, will be heard by the world. Ha. Regardless, I remembered, while in the midst of this nostalgia, of my early thoughts on social networking. First e-mail, then Facebook, then Twitter. I laughed them all off, claiming in each case that I wouldn't be that guy. And, of course, with very little surprise, I am now that guy (@snorbin if you, like myself, guiltily and rarely Tweet).

I sit here, though, at this old wooden desk, older than me by decades, and I look at my record player as Ryan Adams slowly spins, singing sweetly, "Honey I was just a kid, with bubblegum on my shoe..." and I can't help but marvel at where we've come. We started so large. To hear music, e.g. we began with concert halls, and now we have iPod raves. Computers used to process coordinates for artillery, and now we have iPads that are our readers, our video players, and, dare I say, soon ourselves. Please tell me, Steve Jobs, when does the iLife begin? When is the iFriend application available?

All self-righteous ranting aside, I've just been curious lately about where we (the human race) is headed. So we build a bigger plane, a taller building, a faster computer, a more efficient car...

but where are we heading? What's the point in progressing towards more progress? Even more curious a thought, where does this leave us as human beings? Where are we headed?

Answer:

Currently...

Nowhere.

So why? Why be? Why continue?

I don't know, but I feel as if we should. Let's continue and progress, but let's not lose sight of us, of those for whom progress is desired. Let not the bonds between us be broken. There's still, in spite of all the computers, digital signals, and text messages that divide us, something here with us, reminding me, ironically, of the Gospel: where two or three are gathered, there am I. If we cut out the Christ, or consider it within a different context, I think we can reach even more clearly what I'm grasping at. When we get together, now there's something...