who nose (6th July 2018)

who nose where the time goes… not up my nose for a change, seems there’s less pollen to sneaky-sneaky tip-toe up into my nostrils while I sleep, one good blow this morning did it, sorted, for now anyway, will see how the day goes but it’s a relief to have it starting cool for a change although another big heat is on the forecast……
… so who’d have thought way back in the 1970’s, or even the 80’s as I was around for both decades in their entirety, except perhaps one or two ‘lost’ days for which I still can’t explain, but that’s for another day… who’d have thought back then by now we’d be able to talk to anyone anywhere in this whole, big, noisy, wide world and all on something that sits in your hand looking for all the whole, big, noisy, wide world as ‘mostly’ harmless and friendly, not unlike a cute, tiny pet… in fact some have actual pet apps on them, though I’m sure you know all this anyway, which, disturbingly, you can ‘feed’, ‘walk’, ‘toilet’ and pay due petting attention on a daily basis (.. and woe betide if you don’t)… most cunning, appealing to ones nurturing nature as these palm-pets even more worringly become part of the family along with the slippery device they come with…. their leash… your leash…. the insidious trackable, easily-hackable, addictive as crack bit of technological dark sorcery kit……
… how on this whole, big, noisy, wide world did we cope before their midwifi’ery snakily wound themselves around wrists and thoughts constricting and squeezing and suffocating and warping all concept of time…… “but it so time-saving!”… is it?… and what will you do with all this ‘saved time?……
… who’d even thought we have doors that open on their own…. so Star Trek!…. though I do worry they could just as easily close while half way through or worse, close on approach meeting my nose head-on, which wouldn’t be good at the moment with the pollenpocalypse going on inside…. shudders……
… in fact there’s a new prejudice on the block, discrimination against those who don’t have smartphones…. now that’s clever, calling them ‘smart’, has to be the marketing coup of the age… perhaps we could call this era not the Anthropocene but the Smartocene… although I suspect that’d be a huge misnomer…… of course “smart” also means pain, stinging, sharp and nasty pain….. to not have one is to be increasingly excluded, barred, given the dial-tone from the day-to-day as this whole, big, noisy, wide world silently and seductively shuffles us into black holes of Big Data… hmm, perhaps the Binaryscene?… some automatically assume I have one, taking it for granted and surprise when I tell them I don’t, how fast it’s all happened one could be amazed and impressed, or maybe worried and wary… some even talk…… disturbing………
… luckily I need no sniff-app, smartphone nor any other kind of, clever, clunky, slimline, trendy, talkative, stupid, simple, touchy, slap-happy, shuffling, slidey, buttony or otherwise device to know how my nose is doing, one analogue snuffle does the trick and tells me all I need to know….

© 2018 robert greig

visa-vis (2/June/18)

why are people so willing to surrender to the having all ones eggs in one basket (a specially-moulded cardboard box has always been the best way to carry and store them)… laziness, apathy, lack of imagination?…… blind-obedience?… lemmings (disclaimer: no lemmings were harmed in the writing of this blog) falling for the fresh-faced spin-doctors “no one does that anymore ergo we should all do this instead”……
… there’s an insidious force at play behind the scenes trying to remove hard currency from our wallets… no, not pickpockets, although they may as well be as their interest seems to also be in selling us yet more stuff, most of which we don’t need, in the process alongside imposing systems which track, record, analyse, digitise, scrutinise and parasitise your every step, breath and probably eventually thought …… is this sounding a tad paranoiac?…. most decidedly so, but times have made such suspicions suspiciously relevant……
… and as many predicted and not for the first time incidentally, a well-known credit (psst… Visa…) had what was deemed a “systems failure”, or crash, and as such all payments, most notably contactless, itself a very dangerous and flippant way to handle your money and even worse when people naively use their ever-so unprotected and easily-hackable smartphones to do this, didn’t work and accounts in a blink became inaccessible, your own money… go figure!… as a result one had to resort to good old-fashioned (how certain self-interested parties derogatively refer to it) cash… the cash in your pocket, the cash in the palm of your hand… remember that?…..
… what if we’d already abandoned physical notes and coins and gone down the rabbit hole of a cashless economy (re: certain self-interested parties master-plan)?… bang goes your back-up… surely another red flag if yet another was needed along with a veritable crop of them already flapping in the wind with regard to a 100% reliance on the misguided e-invisible, electronic money… … en masse surrendering analogue for digital without a second thought, a path that’s already shown to just encourages and impose more spending, more control (not by you but of you by the ‘others’…. paranoia-alert!), more daily stress as seen on the faces of those if not buried by emails then doing battle with automated, so-called ‘customer services’, more screen distraction responding to their phones every two minutes or having panic-attacks when their one single device containing their entire life has ‘gone down’ (re: Visa credit card), stopped working, broken, been stolen, lost connection to the ‘outside world’ even though there you stand, in the very outside world you’d forgot how to pay any attention…… distraction techniques at their most sophisticated, fortunately not in a very organised way (… yet?…. paranoia-alert), unfortunately they are shambolic, indiscriminate, all-consuming and brain-sucking….
… I thank you for your time, even though I know no one is really listening………

© 2018 robert greig

degrees of strangulation (14/May/18)

just when I thought the world might be coming out of its myopic, misogynistic, misanthropic, homophobic, insular, despotic, dictatorial, authoritarian, totalitarian, ego-maniacal kleptocracies rife with demagoguery keeping us firmly buried by the overlords in a paternalistic feudalism with delusions of grandeur it seems we barely moved at all in our Sisyphean illusion of progress… progress, now there’s a prostituted and violated word if ever there was, liberally sprinkled and squandered at every blind-spot….

… but you don’t need me to tell you this…

… just when I thought minds were opening like flowers in spring they snapped shut with the force of Newton’s Second Law of a crocodiles jaw where things once become so intensely abhorrent are now merely shrugged and eye-rolled away with nothing more than an impersonal tweet, here today gone tomorrow but not really gone at all, fifteen seconds of disgust and disapproval preyed on by attention deficit junkies….

… but you don’t need me to tell you this…

… just when I thought the human race was growing up, coming of age, instead petulance is trending, roll up, roll up the freak show is about to commence and it’s coming to a government near you… or is more likely to be already there festering with intent to deceive and debilitate…. heralding a new age of so-called plurocracies masquerading as democracies where opposition voices are cynically discredited through state-sponsored slander, bullying, imprisonment, assassination, disturbingly mirroring the absolutist autocracies against which they claim a moral high ground thus ensuring the song remains the same, they just changed the names to protect the guilty… strangulation by degrees through social engineering, political agendas, extremist religion and good old-fashioned economics, or money to call a spade a spade… a little megalomania goes a long, long, long way and the imperialistic exploitation of the human psyche is alive and encouraging a fear of others, fear of change, cannon fodder for a cynical attrition…..

… but you don’t need me to tell you this…

… just when I thought the wall had finally come tumbling down it was just being re-pointed and given a new coat of paint… one might almost think we are willing into power the worst of the worst, an irresistible nihilism to how far the line can be pushed, how threadbare it becomes using politics as the PlayStation or Xbox for the frivolous, all for one and one for themselves and anti-climactic free-fall into apathy indulging indifference and resignation on the way down to plateau at stagnation… constipation?…

… welcome to the new millennium, same as the old millennium just with smartPhones.

© 2018 robert greig