Like the world itself, we too have been created. Through supernature, evolution or a superbeing we don't know. nor will we ever know - or will we. Scientists are discovering our ancestors at an alarming rate by riding the evolutionary cycle backwards through time. Soon we may be discovered for what we really are: a bunch of procrastinating, sport crazed products of mutation.
Life. A mere four letters long yet it contains images of nature and of being, of living and existing, and unfortunately of death and destruction. It is a crazed world and one we struggle to co-exist with. While we have matured into the 90s beings that we are today, we still have trouble defining this world within the word. There are 20 words in the pocket Macquarie dictionary that begin with life, yet only 9 words prefixed by death. I don't claim to know what this says about our society but it shows that we aren't the `death obsessed well wishes' some psychologists and `mental carers' say we are.
On the subject of PROCRASTINATION I must point out that at the time of writing these passages, I have 1 exam in 3 days, another in 4 days and another a mere one day after that. So why am I writing this? Human Nature, or mere generally Nature. Nature is the name given to the governing force controlling animals, plants and their surrounding kingdom. However, when it is us humans as the topic we use the term `fate' which contains overlying eeevil connotations. These two words are so similar yet are massively at opposite ends of the spectrum of life. Why? Why not.
As for sport, take a look at the teev on a Thursday night, Friday night, Saturday arvo etc etc, or every night on the news where it gets 5-10 minutes of verrry important commercial (and ABC/SBS) airtime. Despite the massacres of the world (,which give validity to claims of an adults only news service,) we keep all the Earth's problems to just 20 minutes each night (less adds), so Ken Sutcliff can tell us all about the East Madagascan Seniors Invitational Only Golf PGA Tournament. Don't get me wrong I'm not against sport or the watching of it, I'm just against the over-excess (sic?) of sport data that occupies our time and keeps being fed into our mind?
For once we can't blame the mass media for all this sport, for it is us as viewers who must place the blame on our own selves. While the media keep serving up new and repackaged sports programs we keep on cancelling our plans and keep watching.
Golf on the other hand is one sport that is so stupid, without the media's help. Hitting a small white ball around a big tussocky paddock, aiming for a hole as quick as possible. What would Freud have to say? Anyway who coined the terms Eagle, Birdie and Albatross? How did they rate these birds of flight anyway? notice how they ran out of good names after Albatross and Eagle. Then they went specific and used `birdie'. `Par' I can handle and In fact make sense of but the word bogey, followed by the equally imaginative `double bogey'. At least we can be grateful that the author of these terms wasn't obsessed with wombats.
What's this thing called the internet? Apparently you're using it now. But where is it? We all know that it doesn't exist in your computer so it obviously exists elsewhere. Where is it? What advantages does it hold for mankind? Sure it can hold the serious task of updates to important scientific breakthroughs, but is it really necessary for "Jerry" of the Massachusetts Institute of Technology to make his own "home page" and tell Kerryn of Auckland, New Zealand, that he likes watching old war movies and his favourite band was Bros. It is only through the anonymity of the world wide web that the alleged `Jerry' (if that is his real name) feels he can confess his sins to the world, or at least the ever increasing portion of the world that has an ISP (internet service provider).
For the record I don't like Bros, or maybe I do but this is an example of the misinformation age which is growing at an alarming speed. Also for the record, this essay was originally not written for the internet, which doesn't make me the loser that you are. Why aren't you on IRC anyway? (Incapable of Real Communication). This internet site was only set up for a bet of Chupa Chups, which is surely the front-runner of the `true' European Currency. My home page (and associated rubbish) had to be set up by a certain date and the inclusion of some of my opinions seem to be Internet Law. (Of course these laws are virtual anyway.) That aside, these are my opinions, perhaps,a and it is apparently my right to `post' these on my reserved 2 Megabytes of the virtual life. Note well it is not your right to read the truth, or relevant information, but stuff which I once deemed appropriate to show to the virtual world, or at least the world which accidentally came across my page. Let's face it, how often do we set of looking for one thing, and finish up looking up Gill's Top Ten Ferret Names, or Woody's account of how he once met Cindy Crawford. Call me a child of the seventies but you can't believe everything on the net, or in any other form of the massive media. The problem with the internet is that the information is spread far quicker than a twice a day published newspaper, or a quarterly scientific journal.
Back to the `I met Cindy Crawford' page, we don't know that Woody met her. An example: I once had lunch with the Pope, John Paul II. Did I really? Maybe I did at a function in Australia in 1994. maybe there were 3000 people there as well, and maybe I never actually spoke to his Holiness. With a careful selection of truths an apparent lie can be created.
Another apparent IL (Internet Law) is the act of exclusion to many of the audience, like the joke at a 21st birthday that only two people understand and laugh hysterically, while the rest look on and just continue to wonder how long that friend from kindergarten will talk before they get to taste the champagne. How to exclude an audience: Latin. It's wonderful. Atque memento, nulli adsunt Romanorum qui locutionem tuam corrigant.
That paragraph might have been a literary masterpiece
but with a few words I managed to ignore the stupidity of many
of my readers. That's two IL's completed. Only two more to
go - let's continue with a list.
The last and final IL is plagiarism. Go for it. Plagiarise as much as possible. "Don't be yourself, be someone else" is what the internet seems to be about. "Do what you want to do/be what you want to be/Yeah". The following is plagiarised from a book and if I mention any other details, it probably wouldn't be plagiarism, which would violate the IL. Therefore I'll quote from it, without quotes either. (Look how rebellious I can be when my name isn't on something.)
There is no doubt that evolution will continue; if not
now, then later; if not here, then elsewhere; if not on this
planet, then on another; if not by our hands, then by others'.
Wake up to yourself. Get a non-virtual life.
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