Yesterday was a digital sabbath. Not that I was resting my hands, but I was not doing anything “on the computer” as they used to say. Well, except that I apparently warned John Hodgman about the perils of mating with a praying mantis. And while there are perils involved there, he may not have needed me to tell him that. This was my only violation of the sabbath, although I do not remember the incident clearly.
Instead of taking my binary Chevette on a tour of the information superhighway, I ran, I cooked, I rode, I volunteered, I met, I taught, I bathed. So much time and so little to do. Really, though, it was an opportunity not to worry about unique site visits, new follower notices, or number of fans. These are the things that I all too often spend time fretting over. I’m like Tom T. Hall stuck in that hotel room in Spokane and just knowing everyone else everywhere else is having more fun.
But a digital sabbath is good for resetting my perspective. It helps me to remember the great law of mediocrity, wherein it is written that in an infinitely large, infinitely expanding universe, no one place is more central, more unique than any other. In other words, it doesn’t get any better than this. So they are having Vietti Chili three ways and I am having Nature’s Harvest with organic setien. We are all right where we are supposed to be.