a late night post
I'm up too late right now.
It's about 1am as I write this. My 18 month old son will wake my wife and I in 5 to 6 hours, tops.
I spent most of the last 90 minutes or so reading over the last 12 months of my own blog. Before I started that, I sort of had a pebble in my shoe to write an essay or rant of some kind, but largely that feeling has drifted into whatever this post at this moment is.
I'm on my desktop, on my second screen, Twitter is still scrolling by. There are people in my feed on the west coast, so it's not really that late for them.
I really don't know what I want to say.
The Presidential race is completely uninteresting at this point. Of course I'll vote in 3 months, but it's not like I need to hear anything more to decide that.
There's an avalanche of new TV coming over the horizon with the new Fall season in a couple weeks. I've sort of gotten used to watching much much less TV the last 3 months, and I'm not sure I really want to increase that much.
I want to write something about Time. I want to write about all the things digital technology allows us to do now over the last 12 years or so, but I want to write how digital technology hasn't actually given us any more time to use all the things it's invented. But I don't think I have a particularly concise set of thoughts around the topic yet.
Companies need to pay people more, require people to work less, and people need to focus on the people in their circles more and focus less on bigger houses, more stuff, events and travel. I could go into why, but I don't think I have a firm enough grasp of the argument yet to override the ideas of happiness being bigger houses, more stuff, more events, and more travel that people have accepted as fact.
I reread a Bruce Sterling quote I posted on my blog earlier in the year, that was more or less, paraphrasing: that for people of a certain age, digital is new enough that we expect utopia from it, but people expected utopia from electrification once upon a time too, but that sounds silly now.
Utopia is too strong a word for what I would like to see, but I did expect things to come further, faster than they have, and there's a frustration with how short some major things have come up for society as a whole in the now 25 years or so I've been an adult.
Frustration isn't the right word. Disappointment, not quite right either. Dissatisfaction. Maybe that's the more appropriate word? Dunno, I think I'll go to bed now.