Category Archives: The Human Mind

The Cursor Clown

©2015 by Raymond Alexander Kukkee [caption id="attachment_1459" align="aligncenter" width="800"]Mimi & Eunice, “Contribution” Mimi & Eunice, “Contribution”[/caption]

Writing Life:  Technology and the Cursor Clown

  Have you ever noticed how a blank computer  screen stares endlessly back at the writer? It can be mesmerizing, it may even be unnerving, to say the least. The arrogance of technology .  The defiance of the cursor clown. That reminds me.  I'm convinced my old laptop screen, somehow mysteriously still attached to this cranky old Gateway,  has learned to smirk.  As we speak, it has a smirk. That's it.  It's smirking.  Smirking at the dedicated writer, the word-cobbler,  the famous scribbler of great words, the eternal optimist, yes, even the creator of The Fires of Waterland and Morgidoo's Christmas Carol and all varieties of other interesting written stuff. "You jest, I dare 'ya, do it again."   it says. "It's only fiction"  it says.  "Got writer's block, have 'ya?" The cursor clown  blinks, the  computer laughs raucously  and beeps it's approval. Defiance. I don't reply to raucous laughter, taunts, smart-assed comments, or blackmail. "You're dispensable"  I caution, quite firmly too.  I refuse to blink, stirring black coffee, waiting for the inevitable one-line comeback. I might even read the comics while I'm waiting. It seems technology arrogantly defies dreams and aspirations, hastening to trip up even the most stalwart. It may be assisted with a screechy, smoking hard drive and dying battery. The screen, with it's blank face, impenetrable walls and innocent iconic game distractions may be a computer's best ally and defense against arbitrary, timely words, regardless how creative and elegant they may be. Worn-off letters on sticky keyboards, crabby software, updates, and devious social media distractions and icons  all conspire, but the most evil of all must be the cursor clown. The blinking  cursor. That's why it's called the cursor. That must be it. The  nervous, stuttering cursor, the unreliable genetic offspring of respectable, aged,  tapping 2H pencils,  blinks merrily;  a foolish, dancing hooligan with silly grin, top hat, cane and invisible tap-dancing shoes. The invisible clown dances on an invisible banana-peel on the screen,  cane flashing into sight to tease rather than please, offering  little inspiration, not a shred of helpful advice, and fleeting offers annoying as  a buzzing mosquito. Swat. Smack. The cursor clown  may be seen  hastily back-stepping, with a ferocity at times that may have been learned from scruffy, junkyard dogs snapping sandwiches, fingers, and beautiful eligible words out of sight and back into oblivion. Off on, off on, off on....you get the idea. Off on. Off on. Off on. Backspace, delete, bite me, you're it. Surprisingly, a poor imitation of an old-fashioned two-step. The dancing, cursor clown. "I'm on the stage, writer-man, admire me, worship me; feed me again,scribbling person, I dare'ya."  The cursor clown taunts wickedly.   "Where's my spiral notepad and pointy 2H with all the teeth-marks on it?" I ask, most  innocently, of course.   Beep....Silence. Words appear magically on the screen...and remain.... Imagine that...it seems subtle threats work after all... Maybe I'll crank that noisy old pencil-sharpener just a bit too, for good measure...  #   Is that Incoming I hear?        
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Balancing on the The Edge?

©2014 Raymond Alexander Kukkee  

It takes Leadership at the Edge

[caption id="attachment_40" align="alignleft" width="300"]Thoughts lead to Ultimate Potential Lead us to the Edge?  photo by rakukkee[/caption]   Here at IncomingBytes it seems we have difficulty remaining silent about the problematic status quo. You know, zip the lip, bucko,  or stifle it, Edith,  as Archie Bunker might say. We try hard;  it's  good to restrain one's self  where  possible, but the devil's in the details isn't it. The desire to be  silent is not always  achieved. Yes, we doodle, dawdle, go for coffee and procrastinate hoping that delay might remove the sense of urgency to comment upon occasion,  but that changes nothing. If we choose to leave it to someone else to raise hell speak up about any given issue, close to the edge,  fact is, it feels like a betrayal, passing the buck. It takes leadership to stand on the uncomfortable cutting edge —to do the right things at the right time. Should writers  zip it and silently shift responsibility to others? Should writers  live a life of avoidance apathy?  I think not. If we, as communicators fail to speak up, we lose the right to complain, or  speak at all. It becomes incredibly easy to bitch about everything, make random observations and comments.Draw  incorrect conclusions. Raise ire, draw fire.  And perhaps raise hell.  Remain silent while innocent people are being beheaded? No.  Should we collectively live in fear? No. Is that conundrum something new under the sun? No. It  is also easy to criticize and forget the path others must walk, but let's take a closer look at what's happening.  Let us generously allow other people to define their own straight and narrow, their route to happiness, or equally their chosen path to disaster, disillusion,  tragedy, loss, and grief, even death. Yes, it is their choice;  their actions, their beliefs, their dogma, —and their outcomes,  problems, and in some cases,  their biting mad-dog lunacy that condemns them.  Barbaric acts committed in iron-clad, intolerant zealotry  affect everyone in the world in one way or the other, lessening the civility in this civilization but seldom achieve the intended goal.  And no, for the record, civilized people  do not have to "like" or tolerate murderous barbarians, whatever their 'ideology'. Standing close to the edge, wondering why the world is tilting toward total destruction, we must open our eyes.  Blood and guts, warfare, murder, mayhem, bombs  and hell, —or not, we must give pause for thought.  Timely action must be taken against outrageous aggression, genocide,  the bristling threat of fever-driven religious  fanatics—cooperation with traditional enemies must be considered—no matter what the plan, and yes,it can still be a no win. Why? It is simple. Fear.  With the world in turmoil, there are already more than enough difficulties and fear to  share without the  unknown unpredictability of fanatics. Terrorism. Heinous acts committed by barbarians attempting to force their agenda upon the civilized.  ISIL fanaticism. Genocide. There is warfare. Israel and Palestine. Sabre-rattling aggression and potential expansionism of Russia into Ukraine. The civil war in Syria.  Never mind the complexities of  warfare, there's Ebola, a horrific, unprecedented global health challenge.   Climate change. Environmental and economic disasters. Earthquakes.  Dying oceans, suffocating carbon dioxide levels. Get the idea? The fact is, no one, global leaders included —can now claim the luxury of standing back and simply observing potential global threats and shrugging their shoulders. There is always trouble somewhere in the world, but for our own 'pseudo-civilized' security  and control, it has always been convenient  trendy  to consider those things happen elsewhere.  The other side of the world. Other countries. Other places. Leaders say "It's  over there, we're monitoring the situation......"  Uh...huh. Apparently not carefully enough. Regardless, it's always somewhere else. Really?  Nowhere close to our comfort zone? Perhaps until now. New threats lead us ever closer to the edge. There's a whole new 'game' on, where everyone actually wakes up --including politicians and world leaders --and are forced to look down over the edge, into the abyss. It's time to do more than just observe. Don't waste time setting the alarm clock. Wake up early and think for yourself.   # Is that Incoming I hear?     photo by rakukkee2014 all rights reserved
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