Bocephus said a country boy can survive. I’ve never run a trout line or made much of a impression on country girls so I’m beginning to wonder if he’s right. But I still say yes’sir & yes’mam and stand when a lady enters the room.

 It's a good thing I don't watch television. So I don't have to fake having the slightest interest in watching the Slopper Bowl on Sunday.

 We seem to be in a parallel universe. Unfortunately, it's the same one that started in January of 2017.

 We need a good Salvation Army Band outside the Peham Starbucks this morning. Add some class to this joint. Make General Booth proud. Booth marched boldly with his Big Brass Band. Are you washed in the Blood of the Lamb?

 Why parse sentences? Why compute square roots? Why the fascination with prime numbers? What do Maxwell's Equations have to do with me? I have no understanding of "the cloud." Evolution happened millions of years ago if at all.

I am not impressed. Please pass the biscuits. I could use another cup of coffee also.

 We need not idealize the past, talk about the "good old days," fondly remember the way things used to be, to realize that things HAVE changed, and changed in bad ways. There is no way back, and we are completely uncertain about now and the future.

 

The distraction, the loss of focus, the addictive focus on the wrong things for too long. Something has changed. Attention has become a commodified resource extracted from us, and from which we are increasingly alienated. Where is clarity now? We feel out of control. There is too much going on in the world now, or least we are more aware of more stuff now, most of it entirely superfluous. Let's get our focus back on what is important.