Tuesday, October 1, 2013

Hey

Chase writing.  Been a long while.  Something is bothering me this afternoon.  I really feel I need to write about it and want others to read.  It kind of always bothers me, but it was brought to fruition today.  Here it is-

We will all be disappointed one day when we look back at our lives and realize that 75% or more of our conscious time on Planet Earth was consumed and distracted by a virtual reality.  Basically, try to put your iPhones, or whatever new, mini-computer you have, down for 5 minutes.  I know you can do it!!

Let me just say, too, that usually I would feel like an asshole posting this, because I never ever get into this type of preachy bullshit, and I hate when other people do it and act like they know everything and have "the answer".  But right now I don't really care about that.  I want to be honest, I just hope I don't sound patronizing.  I am also not saying that I don't spend a lot of minutes on my phone or on facebook.  Everybody does.  It's just the way the world works.  But I certainly don't have my cell phone next to my nuts all of the time because there's no way it isn't shooting weird cellular waves into my balls and slowly giving me testicular cancer.

What's really irritating is that the world can obviously work just as fine without someone posting a picture of their drive to work while wearing a pouty face because they hate their new job and want to tell everyone.  I'd like to say I care, but I actually don't.  I won't pity you because of your shitty job.  I got kind of sick to my stomach the other day when I saw a commercial on a flat screen t.v. in the bar for some cell phone thingy.  It was loved ones and family documenting EVERYTHING they do on their phones and immediately posting it on whatever.  Having a romantic kiss, getting engaged, laying in bed together, eating a meal, etc.  Is that weird to anyone else?  Doesn't it distract you from the already beautiful moment?  "Will you marry me?"  "Oh my god, yes!!" "Wait, wait, baby.  It didn't take the photo.  Let's do that again.  Aw fuck, this piece of shit cell phone."  Uhp...and there you go.  Idiot.  You ruined it.  Sorry, you can't re-create most moments.  Neither can your phone.

The worst of it all is this: I get sad when I'm spending time with those dearest to me (some of whom I haven't seen in years) and they can't get their nose out of there cell phones and have a real, uninterrupted conversation.  How offensive is that shit?  Damn.  Bring yourselves back to reality.  You won't regret it, I promise.  There's nothing wrong with contacting friends and sharing your thoughts, thats the beauty of facebook, remember?!  It's an amazing tool.  But when you abuse a tool it either breaks or starts working against you.



I love getting letters, don't you?  They are so much more genuine and involved.  I'm always amazed at what is up inside my head when I start using my hand.  The most powerful tool combination is the head and the hand.  Music and visual art are extremely good for everyone's psyche and mental happiness.  Hence why this band, Lovesick Nomads-although non-functioning at the time-will always be alive in my heart and soul.  Some of my best memories were shared with this band.

And not everything needs to happen so fast.  Snail mail is still the biggest messaging miracle, to me.  Because it is a historic form of technology.  Snail mail was, at one time, extremely advanced technology!  My text message to you goes to SPACE and comes back down to your phone in a matter of seconds!!  Big deal.  I'll never understand it, really, so it's amazing.  But at the same time, big freaking deal.  Did you know the universe is 13.8 billion years old?  Sorry it took me so long to respond to your text...

A letter I send travels possibly around the world to reach you and it (usually) doesn't get lost!!  That little tiny envelope!  And sometimes it's not even bent!  (I don't know about you, but I've gotten some bent text messages before).  That's some wonderful care taken on the USPS's part!  And I know, the post office "sucks," or "they're so slow," or "they lost my package" or "it smells like old people" pfft safsdhfbjkn.  Don't be a weenie.  

The United States Postal Service is down billions of dollars.  Let's help them out, no?  It will really suck when you finally want to send a letter and you can't!  A stamp is barely 50 cents.  My mailing address is Salem Art Works, 19 Cary Lane, Salem, N.Y. 12865.  Go for a walk and buy a stamp.  It feels good and it helps me remember what love is.  That is all.  Cheers!

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