Platforms and Egos

Gutenberg Press

Do you think free speech is what you find or deserve on Facebook? Are you outraged when Zuck censors you, thus stepping on your 1st Amendment rights? Well, please let me help inform you that there is NO social media site that owes you a place to share ideas, NOT A SINGLE ONE! Twitter, Instagram, Discord, Facebook, TikTok, or even Parler are companies, not government-sponsored platforms financed by taxpayer money, for the benefit of the people to vent whatever crazy idea they happen to be espousing.

Never in the history of the United States did a radio or TV station have to provide broadcast time for an individual to share their thoughts. No publisher of books, magazines, or newspapers has ever been obliged to print the opinions of someone. These businesses operate under the capitalist idea of needing to make money, end of story. Even public broadcasters like PBS and NPR operate under charters that demand they only distribute content that is in the best interest of the community and extends culture; they are not political platforms for sharing ideologies.

So why do people feel they are entitled to use a for-profit service on the internet to say or share whatever they strongly believe in? I’d guess that, in part, it has to do with them watching stupid cat videos and porn on the internet so that this idea seeps into their head:  if these people can distribute this stuff, why can’t I share what I want? They fail to understand that cat videos draw people in for entertainment, which pushes advertising, which makes a profit for those involved in the behind-the-scenes operations, and the same goes for porn. But somewhere along the lines that delineate a business and a public area such as a park or the front of a government building, individuals come to see social media as an extension of the public domain, and hence, they have the “right” to say what they please. They do not.

This rapidly changing online sphere is evolving at lightning speed, and when the general public fails to understand history, they are blinded by their insatiable desire to have things their way, or so people want to believe when they’ve grown up in America in a system of total freedom. They don’t understand boundaries or evolution. Take books and newspapers, the printing press was invented in 1440, but it took almost 560 years before the average person could print on demand a title they wrote. Television was invented in 1927, but it took more than 70 years before an individual could stream their own content to try to find an audience. The first social media site was created in 1997, but it wasn’t until 2004, when Facebook launched, that the social media craze began in earnest. We are now in the age of growing pains.

The first books did not have photos because it took almost four more centuries until photos were invented; color printing first happened about 100 years ago. Color television wouldn’t start broadcasting until 26 years after the TV was invented, and now people watch 4k images on 86-inch flat screens and take for granted that it’s always been this way. The internet is going to go through the exact same transformations, and the reality is that someone else’s company, no matter how large, is not your personal platform to say and show what you please. The platform you feel you deserve is up to you to create, pay for, maintain, and deal with any legal ramifications that it might run afoul of.

At the root of people’s desire to put themselves on a platform is a history of the individual being on the sidelines, existing in the realm of the anonymous. Then in the past 15 years, humanity has been witness to every type of character finding riches by some act or other that catapults them onto the public stage. The person watching this feels that they have something valuable to offer as well and start looking for their voice. Controversy seems like an easy stepping stone, and so the messenger races down the rabbit hole, hunting for topics that have the ability to incite others. Raising eyebrows is a profitable business, and everyone wants their fair share, their moment in the spotlight, so they too can be important.

Cultivating something worth sharing other than a constant outpouring of rage requires one to hone the ability to craft something. While some would argue that manufactured outrage is valuable to our discourse, since when has bludgeoning an enemy ever brought those persons to a new way of thinking or living? If you are on the edge of the spectrum where the mainstream resides, you might try art, indie film, philosophy, or wrap your message in music to find like-minded souls, but believing your anger deserves the highest platform is delusional at best. But what of recent politics, John? Populism is typically (and hopefully) a short-lived movement that doesn’t inflict too much damage on the masses, but it can be undeniably profitable to exploit that part of the population that typically exists without a voice. If we are lucky, populist movements disappear, allowing the march of science, logic, and reason to move forward.

Endless Repairs

Blog Repairs

After I embarked on my newest chore, Caroline sent me an article about Hyperfocus ADHD. She knows me well and knew that after I started on this bit of work, I wouldn’t come up for air for a while. So, what exactly am I doing? I’m running 2,568 blog entries through Grammarly to verify that things are okay among the 1.3 million words I’ve written over the past years.

This all started because of a prior Herculian task which involved putting together a page featuring a single photo from every day we traveled since the advent of the digital camera. At the 501st post, I grew weary and took a pause, which lasted months. This is tied in with today’s entry because it was something related to the photos I posted for a particular entry and a seemingly lost image I thought I included on the page titled Travels In The Digital Age. As I got to that post, I saw errors in the grammar and felt I needed to correct them. That took on a life of its own, and now I’ve finished validating the grammar of 940 blog posts and have 1,628 to go.

Obsessively, my hyperfocus drills deep into my sense of “I must finish this as soon as possible” so I can focus on something else. Two something elses are in line to take over my hyperfocus. The first is I have to expand the photos included with early blog posts as those often only include a single photo to represent an entire day of travel; this was due to bandwidth limitations on the internet back before 2015. I needed to be conservative with how many images I shared; now, I’d like to rectify those omissions.

I’m estimating I’ll be done with this aspect of quality control in about ten days, at which time I can turn to determine the exact blog entries I need to flag for adding more images and consider what I might be able to say about them so many years after the fact. In the past, when I’ve written to images where there were no notes to help in the exposition of what transpired, I’ve given a warning at the front of the entry that what I’m sharing is wrung from memories that might be over 15 years old. So it goes.

Now we get to the ultimate reason for this diligence: this blog will someday disappear. When it does, I would like to know that my favorite writings will continue on into the future and the best way I’ve identified for that to happen is in print. To get to the point I can take much of this into book form I really need the grammar and images I want to include to be the most representative of our time.

But John, why do you think there should be any interest in these missives 100 years from now? Two people ventured deep into the breadth of America, recording their adventures for decades. With over 250,000 digital photos taken during those years and hundreds of thousands of words that accompany the images, I tend to believe that few others armed with a camera and notebooks captured so much detail while exploring America and occasionally Europe. I’d posit that we are the first to extensively chronicle our travels and life in America in the history of the country as what are the odds of another couple traveling for the past 22 years armed with digital cameras on over 200 travels and countless experiences?

With that knowledge and knowing that the bits and bytes that comprise this endeavor are temporary in nature, I feel it’s imperative to push this history into the permanent record. So, on I go with running Grammarly over this labor of love before focusing on prepping photos to fill some gaps and then identifying which entries should be preserved. Once all of that is finished, I can go to work on preparing the images for print, which have different requirements than what I’ve done to share them electronically.

Now, back to the endless repairs.

Update April 13th: I’m up to about 300 posts a day, with only 970 awaiting repair.

Porky Excellence

Wagyu Bavette and Mangalitsa Secreto

When I was a kid, I read magazines such as National Lampoon, Mad, Hot Rod, Omni, and Popular Mechanics. On the back of some of them, I’d find ads for mail-order companies from which I could order product catalogs for things I dreamed of one day being fortunate enough to buy. When I became a teenager, I graduated to reading Force Mental, UnSound, Fangoria, and began exploring alternative music and how to make horror films. As a young adult, I brought in Film Threat and an old favorite called the JLF Catalog that dealt with “Poisonous Non-Consumables.” I’m sharing this reminiscing about the old days when there was a delta between the initial discovery of something and the arrival of catalogs or other materials, educating me about the new-to-me subject matter. Another delta occurred after I put in my order while I sometimes waited weeks before I’d take delivery of that special something.

UPS Map Arizona

That age is over, as we are now in the era of instant gratification, where everything is accessible right away, which brings me to the reason for this blog post today. I’m at a coffee shop watching a map that shows me where my UPS driver is with a 32-pound box filled with dry ice and frozen Mangalitsa pork I ordered on Friday. This isn’t the first time I’ve had fresh food shipped in from other places; I’ve had pizza from Buffalo, New York, sent to us, frozen walleye and perch from northern Canada, and Wagyu beef from Idaho. Ordering perishables from companies I only discovered minutes before offering them a credit card number, sometimes receiving shipping confirmation on the same day I placed my order, is such a magnitude of amazing that I have to slow down and recognize it is part of my reality. Of course, if you were born after 1995, this is your normal, which I suppose puts me in a similar situation to those people who would fondly recollect the days before the cars, planes, TV, and smartphones.

Today’s cache is a type of pig that is otherwise not available in the state of Arizona. While there was a local farmer we were able to buy Mangalitsa from, their land has been sold to developers who are building homes, so that is that. But isn’t a pig just a pig? Nope. Mangalitsa is a serious breed apart from other pigs, with red meat instead of pink and a type of fat that claims to be as healthy as olive oil. When I come to think about the time from my early life to now, I suppose the biggest change is how compressed the entire process is. Then again, this level of indulgence where I can buy fresh products in an environment in which shipping is so efficient and relatively inexpensive was never available before, except maybe for the ridiculously super-wealthy who could privately fly goods in.

Vaccinated

Vaccinated in Phoenix, Arizona

Wow, just a little more than a year later and Caroline and I are fully vaccinated against COVID-19. While masks around us are quickly disappearing due to an idiot governor more interested in political expediency than science and public health, we are willing to continue masking up until herd immunity is reached or the CDC signals that things are safe enough to do so. Now we need to hope that Europe hits the accelerator on getting its citizens vaccinated so the international travel market can reopen. Even if it does open this year and we’re cleared to not use masks, I’d venture that we’ll do that 11-hour haul across the United States and the Atlantic while covered up. I’ve already looked for an app where I could store copies of our vaccination records that might transition to an official vaccine passport but those are not easy to find, yet.

So how does life change? I’m not as worried about contracting a death sentence. Yes, it is my fault that I am obese which helped cause my diabetes and high blood pressure, but that still doesn’t mean that I should want to give up and sacrifice my life due to prior poor decision making. If that was a thing, many of us should have been thrown to the Soylent Green machine when we were teenagers or young adults. If we are lucky and enough fellow citizens follow suit or we get to vaccine passports quick enough, I’d like to get back to museums and concerts without worrying about the people around me. Hopefully, we’ll continue seeing millions of people vaccinated every day and can start to emerge safely from this ugly virus.

A Decade Of Reading

The Plum in the Golden Vase by Chin Ping Mei

Caroline has been reading books to me in the car for time immemorial in my mind, but this last year was difficult as we didn’t find ourselves in the car all that much. During the past week, that changed as she started heading back into the office more often, and then on Sunday, we made serious progress towards finishing The Greedy Queen: Eating with Victoria by Annie Gray before finishing it last night. Finishing a book opens a small window to return to a book we use as an interlude between other titles.

Back at the end of September 2011, we ordered The Plum in the Golden Vase or Chin P’ing Mei: Vol. 1, The Gathering by David Tod Roy (Translator). This epic 16th-century work of Chinese literature was something Caroline read in an abridged single-volume edition prior to meeting me. She felt it was something I might enjoy, and she was curious about the unabridged version that had been being worked on by the translator for 30 years, from 1982 until 2012. David Tod Roy passed away in 2016, but his legacy will live on in this incredible translation of a Chinese classic that stands next to the Four Great Novels of the Ming Dynasty. Those other books are Romance of the Three Kingdoms, Journey to the West, Water Margin, and Dream of the Red Chamber.

As I said, we turn to The Plum in the Golden Vase in between other titles. Caroline will read two to four chapters of it before we open the next book and plow through it, though we have been known to take a commercial break and get a quick chapter in of some saucy Chinese l’amour. Reading this way, it took us nearly two years before we agreed that this was a compelling enough story that we’d go ahead and snag the other four volumes. That first book weighed in at 520 pages, and now, ten years later, we are in Volume 4 effectively on page 2,406 with only 1,266 pages to go.

Maybe you are thinking, “Hey John, when 2025 rolls around, and you and Caroline close the last chapter of that tome and say goodbye to Hsi-men Ch’ing and his band of cohorts and concubines, won’t you miss them?” A part of us will be crushed knowing we’ll never listen to these stories ever again; neither of us has previously invested a decade and a half of spending time with a cast of characters from a period over 500 years ago.

The good news is that when we hand those five books over to a library or Goodwill, we’ll be opening the 14th-century Chinese classic Water Margin, but at four volumes of 2141 pages, we should be able to make good time with it and have it done no later than by 2028.

Early Riser Advantage

Sunrise April 5, 2021 in Phoenix, Arizona

There’s an advantage to heading out for an early morning walk before the sun appears; it is found in sunrise scenes such as this one. These moments are tiny fragments of the day, barely lasting 5 to 10 minutes before they fade from existence. Maybe our alarm clocks should be tied to color sensors placed outdoors that alert us when certain spectacular hues are being painted overhead. It happens relatively often that we’ll nearly miss a sunset before one of us catches a glimpse of radiant skies to the west that demand we run outside to witness the last glimmering beauty found in the sky from the setting sun.