There is an interesting culture shift going on around here. The clamor is growing, and what really blows my mind is that while I’m off doing something else, some other mundane task like bathrooming or soundly sleeping, the clamor is still carrying on in its appointed realm. The clamor I’m talking about is the noise of opinions, voices trying to be heard, trying to be more right than the rest, even sometimes trying to make a positive change. The clamor’s appointed realm is the infonet, no doubt. For every second of my comfortable sleep at night, there are 20 million opinions being expressed across the cybervoid. Never mind the dark web and the banking industry and the sound channels and the video loggers and the fake news and the real news and the amazonian purchase surveys, because textual opinions alone account for 20 millions uploads* per second on the infonet.

*From the certainty principle of hyperbole.

I’m sure, as more and more people become connected through digital streams of communication, the clamor will grow.

Sometimes it gets me down. Sometimes I feel like the picture, the beautifully done picture I wish I could credit to someone, where the u.f.o. is stealing a child’s trike. I mean, I feel like someone stole my trike. There used to be more intimate conversations. There used to be civil communication. Now there’s just clamor.

But that’s just the pessimism talking. If you’re not careful, the pessimism and the clamor can trap you in their beam.

Optimistically I can see now there’s not only clamor, there’s also a way to quickly communicate with my relatives in Australia, my friend in Alaska, and some people I love but have never met who live in various places across the globe. I probably would never meet them or even get to hear what they have to say except through this great tool. The ‘net is a great tool for keeping in touch with people. It’s also a great tool for finding new friends.

The infonet also has this amazing capability of dispensing info. Through the infonet recently I’ve learned how to make butterscotch pancakes (All Recipes). I’ve learned why I should dry brush my skin ( Why dry-brush?). I’ve learned that my regular day job may seem Lynchian, but it could be Shakespearian ( Is your job Lynchian? ). And best of all, The Blackwater Fever has a new album out ( The Blackwater Fever: Delusions).

My hope here is that you may see the clamor as I see it: something that happens, and even though it may appear to be ready to draw you in at any moment, you don’t have to be a part of it. There really is good stuff on the ‘net. You have to avoid the clamor to recognize it. Can you be near the clamor without being trapped inside? I’m sure it’s possible. Give them your trike if you have to, but stay out of the beam.

Published by Kurt Gailey

This is where I'm supposed to brag about how I've written seven novels, twelve screenplays, thousands of short stories, four self-help books, and one children's early-reader, but I'd rather stay humble. You can find out about things I've written or follow my barchive (web archive, aka 'blog) at or follow me on twitter @kurt_gailey. I love sports and music and books, so if you're an athlete or in a band or you're a writer, give me a follow and I'll most likely follow you back. I've even been known to promote other people's projects.

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