Fixing stuff, myself included…
Real Post
I have been in such a state; I even forgot to tear off my Gary Larson calendar pages! Then I read Gina’s post on Pinocchio. Remember… he was a puppet who wanted to be a real boy. In some way, I think we all want to be “real boys” or more precisely a real whatever. How precise is that?
What do you mean by that?
I mean that when we are children we are wanting to be adults, because we sense they have something we don’t. They have a secret, but we don’t really understand what that is. Children know there’s something they don’t know, and they think the secret will be revealed when they become real i.e. adults. Now you’re a real adult, or perhaps like me a pseudo adult, an impostor posing for photo opps in a world filled with those “others” whose secret you are still trying to decipher.
Why did you call this Real Post?
Because, I thought it was going to be about being real, but I seem to have gone off on a side track. Hmmm… maybe it is about being real. It doesn’t matter what you think you are. You are what you are. Good God, I sound like Popeye talking to Olive Oil, “I yam what I yam.” And speaking of toons, I think I’ll have a cartoon type of day today. It will be kind of like Roger Rabbit. My car will have a personality and my paint brush will do all the painting without my help, of course I’ll most likely have to clean up the mess left behind by those two crazy gals. Well I’m off; let’s just hope the brush doesn’t paint the car! Cause that would be real bad.
“The best way to predict the future is to invent it.”
–Alan Kay