Tonawanda News — Later I asked him if he was a gambler, or just someone who takes these things way too seriously. The latter, he said. I’d have felt more comfortable with the other answer.
There is much to be said for keeping up, whatever our preferences or interests. Since keeping up with more-or-less everything is now within the realm of possibility, it is now apparently incumbent on me to live that way. I consider the amount of information poured on me by media — social, traditional, other — compared to what’s offered me in face-to-face encounters with living, breathing humans, and shudder to observe I interact more readily with machines.
Of course, what the humans give me likely came from something they read, heard broadcast, tweeted or had emailed.
Speaking as a guy who revels in arcana, who regards all “trivia” as “significa” and feels anyone who does not know the history of whatever he or she appreciates (history of hockey, history of the martini, history of electric starters in automobiles) is missing out on something crucial in the quality of life: we take this stuff way too seriously.
I think of a person I’ve never met but regard as a friend, simply because I have practically overdosed on his familiarity in the past 20 or more years. He’s currently out of work and I wish him the best, but am intentionally avoiding any media reference to coach Lindy Ruff’s job prospects until he actually signs something.
Advertising by cancer specialists regularly remind us it’s better to know. In some categories it’s better not to know. I refer to the aforementioned Ms. Bynes and her problems adjusting to show business adulthood. Paris Hilton, pick any Kardashian, Ms. Bynes; who’ll be the next in line?