Wednesday, December 3, 2014
Tim asked if I'm going to write another book.
I've written six non-best-sellers; trailing Joel in sales by maxitrillions.
I cannot begin to explain how humiliating it is to trail that guy in sales by that much.
Makes me feel like a Republican in Chicago, urbanite in Capron, civilized human being in ISIS, or believer in a mainline denomination.
Yeah, I get the hint.
You know that guy on Fox who lusts to be America's next Uncle Walter?
He's always yapping on and on and on about smartphones dumbing down everyone and ruining rather than expanding/enhancing/enabling/encouraging relationships/communications/messaging.
He's gotta point.
Been in a restaurant lately?
Nobody's talking to each other.
They're glued to their screens.
They even text rather than talk to people within range of bad breath or body odor.
And how're those laws about texting while driving going?
On the other hand, heroin use is down.
The Mayo Clinic says there are only two healthy reasons for going to bed.
If I have to explain that to you, you're sick or single.
From what I've heard, there's more gaming, texting, surfing, and...going on between the sheets than what the Mayo Clinic says is healthy when in the sack.
No wonder hospitals and courts are so busy.
Of course, that's not why I'm writing this.
I'm getting more and more and more concerned about expanding/enhancing/enabling/encouraging relationships/communications/messaging.
The blood bank no longer sends postcards to remind me about my next draining.
Missed my last appointment.
Starbucks stopped sending rewards by snail mail.
Forfeited gallons of caffeine.
The church I used to pastor no longer sends out hard copies of their newsletter.
I've lost contact.
Lost in cyberspace.
On the other hand, I don't take as many Lutein pills.
Here's the one I'm trying to make.
Don't discard what used to work until everybody's on board with what's supposed to work better but ain't yet.
So maybe I'll write another book.
But not until I get the message.
Blessings and Love!