Instead the World Wide Web sounds its siren call the moment my mind butts up against a sticking point. One little click and I’m caressed by endlessly seductive distractions. No need to toil Odysseus. Join us. Stay a while. Stay longer.
By the time I stop clicking through Yahoo’s top ten destinations for a mid-winter get-away, ten years have passed and I’m still staring at the same paragraph I clicked away from, staring so hard and so long that after another ten years the words might order themselves like hard working ants back into whole thoughts.
But wouldn’t you know it. The moment thoughts start to form the leaf blower man flicks his switch. Goodbye ants. Goodbye thought.
Seriously, how is the leaf blower an improvement over the rake? I get the Internet. It has its uses. But even the leaf blower man must prefer a rake to that roaring contraption strapped to his back. There aren’t leaves enough to justify that sound. What harm are those leaves doing anyway? If they are such a nuisance, then, (forgive me mom….you know I don’t really mean it!), but cut down the tree: a crash, bang, one-shot-job with a chainsaw. Imagine how much fuel we’d save in the long run, and any depletion in ozone would be surely be balanced by considerable loss of noise pollution.
Then, you see, then I could get back to work. Then I would be able finish this paragraph, line, scene, story...
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