It Occurs to Me...
...as I overhear cell phone conversations in public--you know--people yelling into their ever-smallening harmonica-like gadgets that digitally photograph and film, play digitally recorded music, email and organize, that technology has made the cell phone capable of everything except tranmitting verbal communication.
Telecommunications has been set back 150 years, when one had to shout into a cup-on-a-string to be heard and had to ask their caller repeatedly to repeat him or herself. Progress my ass; just listen to yourselves.
It also occurs to me, after purchasing snuggly new gloves, hat and scarf, that if God was truly the comforting, enveloping force the near-dead have claimed, then rather than being a shrill, bright light, he or she would be made out of fleece. Out of respect to other cultures, God may also be perceived as a force of cashmere, chenielle, or really, really good leather.
Satan, of course, is made of silk and Vodka.
All of this makes me wonder about our eventual wireless connection to the divine. I hope that we're evolving toward an acceptance that we don't need dogma or ritual or intercession or Comcast to download Divinity. The signal is everywhere.
You'll still need a router. But it won't matter which kind, as they tend not to be jealous or avenging.
From the Ponderosa,
Cindy
Telecommunications has been set back 150 years, when one had to shout into a cup-on-a-string to be heard and had to ask their caller repeatedly to repeat him or herself. Progress my ass; just listen to yourselves.
It also occurs to me, after purchasing snuggly new gloves, hat and scarf, that if God was truly the comforting, enveloping force the near-dead have claimed, then rather than being a shrill, bright light, he or she would be made out of fleece. Out of respect to other cultures, God may also be perceived as a force of cashmere, chenielle, or really, really good leather.
Satan, of course, is made of silk and Vodka.
All of this makes me wonder about our eventual wireless connection to the divine. I hope that we're evolving toward an acceptance that we don't need dogma or ritual or intercession or Comcast to download Divinity. The signal is everywhere.
You'll still need a router. But it won't matter which kind, as they tend not to be jealous or avenging.
From the Ponderosa,
Cindy
posted by Cindy St. Onge at 3:05 PM
4 Comments:
...Satan loves me;)
He has impeccable taste, my dear.
Amen, sistah! Of course, most new cell phones DO have the technology which allows one to be heard, but the silly asses still bellow back and forth like rutting elk. Evidently they have the mistaken notion that we think they're totally bitchen because they have a cell phone...
Ohhh--I wish I had thought of "bellowing like rutting elk," What a perfect description!
I agree, many people seem to think cell phones are still a novelty. Geez!
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