Grandpa Internet

Another blog has died--591 Photography.  Almost every blog I spent time with in the past four or five years is gone.  There is a new world out there somewhere that I can't find or grasp.  Instagram, Twitter. . . they don't offer the same kind of substrate.  They are smaller, shallower.  But blogs are dead, I guess.    They have gone the way of CDs.  I understand the turning from CDs, of course.  Those blasted jewel cases sucked.  They were always flawed, never perfected.  They could have been thinner and unbreakable, I know it.  The ability to carry your music library in your hand is marvelous.  I even like my iPad for reading novels and, yes, even magazines (it doesn't work so well with the New York Times for some reason).  I guess the death of the blog was brought about, though, by iPads and smart phones.  Blogs aren't so easy on the smaller screen.

I must decide if I want to continue being Grandpa Internet or move on.  I feel like a fellow sitting on the stoop of a country store whittling on a piece of wood and making comments to people walking by.

I watched "Sling Blade" last night on Cinemax, I think.  1996.  Holy smokes, I hadn't seen it since it was first released.  I remembered it as being a crazy good movie.  It certainly was.  I won't be able to get that voice out of my head for some time.  Mmm-hmmm.  But Dwight Yoakam's portrayal of the bad boyfriend is the standout of the movie.  He nailed it, I think.  I think that it was the end of his sexy country singer career, though.  I remember never being able to look at him the same way again.

So, in the idiom of Karl Childers, I reckon I'll study on the future for a bit.  I'm feeling like the last full service gas station in a town full of minimarts.  On the east coast, anyway.  You got that other one out west, but who knows how long it will stay open.  I think he might be running out of money, too.