Michael Robert Dyet's Blog, page 88

MY 90% THEORY

Hmmm, I’ve heard that we use only 10% of our brain potential. So what is going on with the rest of that gray matter? I can’t believe that it just sits there idling like a computer in sleep mode. Way down deep those synapses must still be firing away like fireflies flitting about in the night.

 

I have a hypothesis. I think each of us has a rich and layered subconscious life. Microscopic gremlins of consciousness that are forever and always scurrying about building reservoirs of awareness that peri

46 CHROMOSOMES

Do not follow where the path may lead. Go instead where there is no path and leave a trail.”

Ralph Waldo Emerson: American essayist, philosopher and poet.

Hmmm, I just googled “world population”. Are you sitting down? There are in the neighbourhood of 6.8 billion people in the world. Want that in numbers? 6,800,000,000. Another Google search revealed that every one of those 6.8 billion people have 46 chromosomes. (Crayfish apparently have 200 chromosomes… but that’s a whole other fish story.) A

DOWN WITH FIREWALLS

Hmmm, what’s the momentous secret that we’re all going to such great lengths to keep from one another? Must be something in the order of the Da Vinci Code considering the effort we’re putting into protecting it.

 

I’ll be 100 % honest. I don’t know what it is. But nevertheless I’m diligently doing my part to keep it. By my latest tally I have 26 separate user names and passwords although I try to recycle some of them for the sake of my sanity. 25 different latched and double-locked cyber doors to

OLD MAN FRONT PORCH

 

Hmmm, did I miss the obituary for Old Man Front Porch? I knew that he had gotten a little frayed around the edges. A little too set in his ways perhaps and therefore passé. But I seem to have missed his official demise.

 

When did the front porch officially lose its diplomatic status to the backyard deck? I’d like to know the actual day when the quantum shift took place. Somehow I feel there must have been a cosmic shiver at that precise moment – the moment when the birth of a new metaphor of lif

RIVER REVERIE

“Eventually, all things merge into one, and a river runs through it.” Norman Maclean

 

Hmmm, is it just me? I am the only one who has these little post-it notes of memory stuck in my mind from years or even decades ago? Small, gift-wrapped minutia of life that I periodically take out and examine like an old photograph.

 

Here’s one. A hazy, blurred-at-the-edges childhood memory of going fishing one night on the Grand River. There were five of us – my father and grandfather, my uncle and his son,

THE E PRINCIPLE

 

Hmmm, it occurred to me today – in one of those sideways leaps my mind sometimes makes – that I have more e-friends than face-to-face friends. Two dimensional friendships with thumbnail photos and wall-to-wall chatting. The fruits of online social networking.

 

Don’t get me wrong. I enjoy and value these friendships. But the phantom nature of them gets me to wondering. E-mail, e-banking, e-commerce, e-meetings, e-friends… Where will it all lead? So much of our life happens virtually these days.