Even my blog snubbed me. I couldn’t post a word over the weekend as the blog shut me out.
I turned to my kindly web hosts who did their magic and managed to post to my blog. But when I tried to post, no dice. The blog seized up. It wouldn’t publish my bloviations.
I could have turned to my son, a computer whizz from an Ivy League college he attended on a scholarship. But I was too embarrassed to ask him for help.
My good folks know I tend to ramble on the World Wide Web, but this is something we don’t talk about. I am no word maven, no Great Communicator, just another guy with a blog.
Even my good hosts finally stopped responding to my appeals for help. I couldn’t blame them.
There are times when you have to walk that lonesome valley, in the real world or the virtual, when nobody here can walk it for you, you gotta walk it by yourself.
So there I was on my high lonesome looking for a fix and code wasn’t looking like poetry any more. And then, don’t ask me how, ka-ching! The blog finally relented. And here I am blogging again.
As a geezer who has seen the transition from typewriters to smartphones, I am still fascinated by words popping up on my screen from the browser.
Where do they come from? Where are the servers where they live? Words that materialize out of thin air and make you think, laugh or move you in some way. And the pictures, music and videos that commingle with the words!
The internet is a moveable feast. Three hundred pounds of heavenly joy, to recall that old blues song.
The words and pictures and videos may look weightless floating in cyberspace, but the gazillion of files you can download from the net must weigh who knows how many gigs. I am a gawker, not a quant.
Turn on, tune in, drop out, they used to say before the net. Now log in, I say. Am I glad to be back on the net? Oh, boy!