Never say never.
How many times have you heard that expression?
How many time have you said never only to not be never – the thing that would be never, that is.
There are many things over the years I have said I would never do. But I did and do.
To wit:
Like lock my feet into those bike pedal clips which are connected to something capable of careening down a busy road at high speeds or when coming to a stop that allows me to recreate that scene from Laugh-in where the old guy in the rain coat on a kids tricycle tips over in slow motion.
I do and I do. Use those clips and do occasionally tip over when I can’t “clip out” quickly enough.
Such as wear those Lycra bike shorts that are so tight that you can tell whether I shave my junk or not.
I do and I certainly don’t. Do wear those bike shorts; not so much the other thing. Yuk.
Learn Power Point, mainly because I think that often it makes a bad public speaker a bad public speaker with graphics. Or the computer crashes (and that was BEFORE Vista). Or the projector bulb burns out. As does the spare. And the other spare.
I finally did but only because my boss made me.
Carry a BlackBerry. I am not sure of my aversion to them – maybe because they were just so the in-thing to have by wannabe chic white collar office slugs.
Or maybe because I was one of the office slugs and I wasn’t given one.
But I do now. Have one. So now they are cool to have. What took so long?
Wear a Bluetooth-thingie hanging off my ear in public.
Given the new law in California I may have to at least while I am driving.
But I still maintain if you see me walking around with that thingie – with the little flashing blue light- like one of the Borg Collective please, please tell me how silly that looks.
Am I the only one that thinks that?!?
When I convinced myself that I could someday be a “serious” writer I said I would never blog, primarily because I thought it would detract, deter and detour me from my goal as blogging was not “real writing” and certainly it lacked the discipline demanded by the AP Stylebook, let alone Strunk and White.
And at least some of the 100 million blogs out there are nothing more than online diaries – boring ones, at that.
But when I woke up to the fact that the newspaper as the cornerstone of the “serious” media appears to be crumbling before our very eyes. And with 100,000 new blogs every day, one has to wonder whether within a short period of time exactly which media will be considered the serious source of information.
So, I will never say never again. Well, maybe not never.
