Tools of our tools…

“But lo! men have become the tools of their tools.”

So says Thoreau, and as it happens I’m inclined to agree. Although, perhaps, the tools he was referring to are a bit different than the tools I’m referring to. Technology has advanced a bit, you understand.

What are tools? As I see it, they are means by which to accomplish something, whether it be a hammer to bang in a nail or a vacuum cleaner to clean the carpet. Simple, right? Tools are meant to be used, and use them we do. A lot. I mean, where would we be without pencils and saws and watering cans and ice cream cones?

And yet, by relying heavily on anything, one tends to find themselves almost enslaved to it - “tools” of the object, one might say. Take TV, for instance. TV is a tool through which many find themselves entertained. So entertained, in fact, that they can become like zombies, entranced by the colors and sounds and action. Just ask any parent of a pre-teen. Kids of all ages (and that includes adults, by the way) find they MUST watch some shows and they CAN’T miss an episode and they HAVE to see the whole thing through, every second of it, even commercials. How much more enslaved can you get?

And what about all the stories you read about monsters who overcame their creators? The monsters were created as tools of destruction, perhaps, and yet in the end it was the masters who were forced to serve (or destroyed by) the monsters. You get the idea.

The tools Thoreau was referring to are most likely along the same lines (not about the monsters, about the enslavement to TV); he may have been referring to something as abstract as feelings. Macbeth became a tool of his tool - greed. At first his greed had him simply wishing for more (like the kingship), but his greed eventually took over him and he went around killing people to achieve prophecies and get what he wanted. Using cleverness to steal money in a particularly conniving way is using a tool, but perhaps you may become too clever, in some way, and that “cleverness” will only bring about your downfall or make you trip up.

 It’s never meant to happen - I mean, no one goes around saying “I want to become a tool of my beauty”, or “I want to serve my TV”. But it seems almost inevitable. Relying too heavily on anything cannot have a good outcome. If you rely too hard on your laptop, and it crashes and loses all your life’s work, what then? If you rely too hard on an accomplice, what might happen if they decide to turn you in to the police to get a $1,000 reward?

As Thoreau says, “But lo!” Surprise, surprise, people do find themselves enslaved to the TV or turned in to the police. It’s not because of anything they did, besides for relying on their tools too heavily. Whatever the tools may be, the results are basically the same. Men have become tools of their tools.

 

 

Reading fun

Okay, here’s the post I promised. Topic: Books. Well, specifically good books. For example, recently I have found myself lost in Jasper Fforde’s books - both the Thursday Next series and the Jack Spratt NCD series. Sightly reminiscent of my favorite The Phantom Tollbooth, these books are funny and crazy and confusing and thought-provoking, everything I like in a book. They’re long, too, and you don’t finish them too quickly - one of the best parts! HIGHLY recommended.

Other good books…funny, once I’m immersed in a series I can’t immediately think of other good ones I’ve just read. I’ll get back to you…

See, the problem with really good books is that once you start, you can’t stop and if you have to stop you find any excuse to go back to the book. You’re always thinking about the book, you wish it never ends, and when it finally ends (sob), you search for a sequel or another book by the same author. The most ideal solution is if the author is still alive; if he/she wrote no other books, you can bombard him/her with letters begging him/her to write another, and it actually might happen. If the author’s dead, then you’re in trouble, unless you happen to know a good psychic…

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I feel the need for a new post. Unfortunately, I have no time now. I’ll do it soon.

Picking a Green President

I personally am not so “yay save the environment”-y but I think it’s a good idea anyway…as do all the Presidential candidates. Of course. If their voters like it, they like it. I bet if everyone was all for saving spiders or worried about using up all the space on the internet, the candidates would be into that too…just a thought…

Anyway, it seems that in comparison to others - well, John McCain specifically - Hillary Clinton has all her “green ideas” figured out, right down to which lightbulbs will be used (in case you were wondering, not incandescent ones). Clinton would increase fuel efficiency standards, and reduce America’s reliance on foreign oil. As far as foreign oil goes, McCain also wants America to be more independent, fuel-wise. I can see their point.

According to McCain’s website (exploringmccain.com), “John McCain believes that America’s economic and environmental interests are not mutually exclusive, but rather inextricably linked”. In other words, it all boils back down to money. The environment needs money, and the economy needs the environment. Clinton also stresses a green economy -  being green and saving energy will provide more jobs, according to her. Perhaps both candidates are subtly expressing that it’s not really about saving our rainforests…

While I’m on the topic of Presidential candidates, I’d like to point out that part of the reason I have no interest in politics is that how will knowing about politics make my life any better? Why should I listen to all these people say what they want, change their mind a few times, have their secret lives exposed, any more than I should pay attention to the lives of pop stars? Movie stars say things all the time, influencing possibly more people than presidential candidates, and I don’t care about them. Saying that the future President will spell my future doesn’t really sway me. Whoever is voted President will do what they want, probably not even half of what they promised, so what they say now doesn’t matter anyway. As for who we think can handle our country? Well, we’ve had some stupid people as President before, and there’s only so much damage they can do. If Congress finds the need, impeach the Prez and change everything back. They all “want to do what’s good for us” - if they say raising the taxes is good, fine. If they say saving the environment is good, fine. They’ll do it anyway, with or without my permission. I can live the rest of my life happily without ever reading an article about what the President changed today or promises for tomorrow. And worst comes to worst, I’ll move to Israel or someplace safe like that. Maybe daily rocket attacks are easier to face than a corrupt or useless government.

Habits and Traditions

“We first make our habits, and then our habits make us” - John Dryden 1631-1700

What makes traditions so important to us? Why is “tradition” an easily accepted answer for many of the strange or odd habits we have?

Well, for one thing, children generally like to emulate their parents. So if their parents always did something specific or superstitional, chances are the children will do the same. Traditions are generally habits handed down from generation to generation, unless someone decides to start their own tradition themself. In a way, these traditions are comforting, if not always rational. One would probably feel comfortable doing what was always done, instead of breaking out of tradition. People don’t usually hold on to traditions because they understand what they are doing and think it is the right thing to do - often, they have no idea why they are doing the action. They do it because it is “tradition” and it is done, rarely for a specific or productive reason. Dryden was right - first the habits are made, and once we’ve been doing them for a while, these very habits affect us. Sometimes we even begin to shape our lives around them.

Traditions can be very good for a person. Perhaps a person’s routine allows them to get the most out of their day. If one is religious, especially if they understand the reasons for practicing their religion, then it is important for them to continue carrying on their traditions. Traditions can complete a person, make a person who they are (as Dryden said). This is not always a bad thing, if you think about it.

Habit and routine are great veils over our existence. As long as they are securely in place, we need not consider what life means; its meaning seems sufficiently incarnate in the triumph of the daily habit. When the social fabric is rent, however, man is suddenly thrust outside, away from the habits and norms he once accepted automatically. There, on the outside, his questioning begins.

- William Barrett Irrational Man

Barret makes it seem like people only feel secure within their habits and normalcy. According to Barrett, people do not question their traditions until the “fabric is rent”, until something makes them stop and think about what they are doing. Some do wait for a catalyst to make them think twice about their traditions. But there are those who question traditions every day - those who question their religion, schedule, or routines - with no “rent fabric”. Through this questioning comes change, sometimes for the better, sometimes not. Maybe more should step back and look critically at their own traditions, without a push, and perhaps improve their own lives.

Poetry - The Embarrassing Episode of Little Miss Muffet

I’m going to be posting some poems I like to read. This first one is a funny one by Guy Wetmore Carryl, who writes parodies of fairy tales and nursery rhymes. This is a favorite of mine. Enjoy! 

THE EMBARRASSING EPISODE OF LITTLE MISS MUFFET

by: Guy Wetmore Carryl (1873-1904)

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      ITTLE Miss Muffet discovered a tuffet,
      (Which never occurred to the rest of us)
      And, as ’twas a June day, and just about noonday,
      She wanted to eat–like the rest of us:
      Her diet was whey, and I hasten to say
      It is wholesome and people grow fat on it.
      The spot being lonely, the lady not only
      Discovered the tuffet, but sat on it.
      A rivulet gabbled beside her and babbled,
      As rivulets always are thought to do,
      And dragon flies sported around and cavorted,
      As poets say dragon flies ought to do;
      When, glancing aside for a moment, she spied
      A horrible sight that brought fear to her,
      A hideous spider was sitting beside her,
      And most unavoidably near to her!
      Albeit unsightly, this creature politely Said:
      “Madam, I earnestly vow to you,
      I’m penitent that I did not bring my hat.
      I Should otherwise certainly bow to you.”
      Thought anxious to please, he was so ill at ease
      That he lost all his sense of propriety,
      And grew so inept that he clumsily stept
      In her plate–which is barred in Society.
      This curious error completed her terror;
      She shuddered, and growing much paler, not
      Only left tuffet, but dealt him a buffet
      Which doubled him up in a sailor knot.
      It should be explained that at this he was pained:
      He cried: “I have vexed you, no doubt of it!
      Your fists’s like a truncheon.” “You’re still in my luncheon,”
      Was all that she answered. “Get out of it!”
      And the Moral is this: Be it madam or miss
      To whom you have something to say,
      You are only absurd when you get in the curd
      But you’re rude when you get in the whey.

What are we doing?

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   “What are we doing [to help the starving in third-world countries]?” is a good question, one I’m inclined to just answer with a quick “Nothing.” But that’s not so true - people do attempt to make known the horrors going on in different parts of the world. Kevin Carter’s picture of a starving Sudanese child being eyed by a vulture represents the problems we must attempt to solve, showing in a brutally honest and striking way what is happening behind our backs. But while the ”publicity” is a crucial part of the mission, just telling everyone that there is a problem doesn’t really solve anything, though it serves to enlighten people that something must be done. Maybe “What can we do?” is a more important question.

   “What are we doing?” could also be taken as a highly philosophical question, as in “What are we causing (perhaps by our indifference)?” I would probably say that we are causing a lot of damage, with little reparations. By ignoring that which occurs “far away”, we allow and perhaps even perpetuate the horrors that, in truth, are not so far away. We are turning our backs on a large part of the human race, beings from within our own species. No good can come out of a situation like this.

Funny Quotes

Some random quotes I felt were worth sharing…not sure who said them, if you know please tell me…

-No sense in being pessimistic, it wouldn’t work anyway

-If practice makes perfect, and nobody’s perfect, then why practice?

-Have you ever imagined a world with no hypothetical situations?

-Artificial intelligence is no match for natural stupidity

-Junk is something you’ve kept for years and throw away three weeks before you need it

- A clear conscience is usually the sign of a bad memory

-A conclusion is the place where you got tired of thinking

-Experience is something you don’t get until just after you need it

-To teach is to learn twice

-If you think nobody cares if you’re alive, try missing a couple of car payments

-Time flies like an arrow. Fruit flies like a banana

-In theory, everything works

-If something goes without saying - LET IT!

-Change is inevitable, except from a vending machine

Play on words…an excerpt

This is one of my favorite parts of The Phantom Tollbooth by Norton Juster - a great wordplay and funny besides…just felt like posting it. 

‘On they went, higher and higher up the dizzying trail, on one side the sheer stone walls and brutal peaks towering above them, and on the other an endless, limitless, bottomless nothing.

“I can hardly see a thing,” said Milo, taking hold of Tock’s tail as a sticky mist engulfed the moon. “Perhaps we should wait until morning.”

“They’ll be mourning for you soon enough,” came a reply from directly above, and this was followed by a hideous cackling laugh very much like someone choking on a fishbone.

“I don’t think you understand,” said Milo timidly as the watchdog growled a warning. “We’re looking for a place to spend the night.”

“It’s not yours to spend,” the bird shrieked again, and followed it with the same horrible laugh.

“That doesn’t make any sense, you see–” he started to explain.

“Dollars or cents, it’s still not yours to spend,” the bird replied haughtily.

“But I didn’t mean–” insisted Milo.

“Of course you’re mean,” interrupted the bird, closing the eye that had been open and opening the one that had been closed. “Anyone who’d spend a night that doesn’t belong to him is very mean.”

“Well, I thought that by–” he tried again desperately.

“That’s a different story,” interjected the bird a bit more amiably. “If you want to buy, I’m sure I can arrange to sell, but with what you’re doing you’ll probably end up in a cell anyway.”

“That doesn’t seem right,” said Milo helplessly, for, with the bird taking everything the wrong way, he hardly knew what he was saying.

“Agreed,” said the bird, with a sharp click of his beak, “but neither is it left, although if I were you I would have left a long time ago.”

“Let me try once more,” he said in an effort to explain. “In other words–”

“You mean you have other words?” cried the bird happily. “Well, by all means, use them. You’re certainly not doing very well with the ones you have now.” ‘

Success

“Success is a word that we throw around loosely, but do really understand success?  How do we define success in our society?  What does it mean to be successful?”
Well, success means something different to each person. Success is achieving a goal, reaching new heights.  In general, success is thought of as money-related or business-oriented. But this is not always true. While one person might consider himself successful if he become a millionare from all the hard work he did throughout his life, another person might think himself successful for learning to read. Or passing a test. Or hitting a home run. True, the term ”success” is used loosely, but its universality is what makes the idea so appealing. Everyone wants to be successful in what they do. People often wish each other success in new business ventures, marriages, or just about anything they are attempting to do, usually for the first time. “Success” is a symbol of achievement, usually as a result of a fair amount of time and effort.
To quote Emily Dickinson, “Success is counted sweetest/By those who ne’er succeed.” Basically, the idea of success is more exciting than the success itself, and those who “ne’er succeed” have an idealized view of success. Usually, those who are not succeeding are the ones who are not devoting the time and effort. One must do their part to be successful, it is not just a matter of luck. But when one does work and accomplish, they can have that “good feeling” of one who is successful, and one can be proud of their achievements.

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