"Staccato signals of constant information...." Paul Simon wrote The Boy In The Bubble in 1986.
"The way we look to a distant constellation that's dying in the corner of the sky ... "
What's mm-fff?
So often it feels like the universe is way too big for an ignoramus to fathom.
But then the universe speaks out of the blue when your back's turned?
And what's the interface?
Existence itself.
All the things, the people, the breaks, the lack of breaks, songs, everything in existence.
One hell of a game isn't it?
Wouldn't you just love to see the server that pumps all this out?
Lemonade, The Who, Saturn and mm-fff!
When you see the letters mph you know what it means because that little abbreviation is an interface we've learned to use.
But to a child - who lives in a country which runs on km/h - mph doesn't compute. She sounds it out.
What's mm-ff?
That just confuses me. I look at the computer screen.
She points to the letters mph.
We laugh so hard we fall off our chairs because it's so simple in the end.
Now you know what mm-fff is - but you knew all along didn't you?
Do you know why we put so much emphasis on paying attention?
Because we exist to cooperate to make sense of the world.
If I miss something then I'm depending on someone else paying attention...
It's easy to let someone else do the thinking for you ... you don't have to pay attention any more.
What did one ignoramus say to the other ignoramus?
I know but I'm not gonna tell you!
Is this what you call a two-edged sword?
I'm thinking these thoughts in the context of "global village" and "social media" control.
"A loose affiliation of millionaires and billionaires .... the way the camera follows us in slow-mo..."
Read the lyrics:
It was a slow day
And the sun was beating
On the soldiers by the side of the road
There was a bright light
A shattering of shop windows
The bomb in the baby carriage
Was wired to the radio
These are the days of miracle and wonder
This is the long distance call
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all
The way we look to a distant constellation
That's dying in a corner of the sky
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And don't cry baby, don't cry
Don't cry It was a dry wind
And it swept across the desert
And it curled into the circle of birth
And the dead sand
Falling on the children
The mothers and the fathers
And the automatic earth
These are the days of miracle and wonder
This is the long distance call
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all
The way we look to a distant constellation
That's dying in a corner of the sky
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And don't cry baby, don't cry
Don't cry It's a turn-around jump shot
It's everybody jump start
It's every generation throws a hero up the pop charts
Medicine is magical and magical is art
The boy in the bubble
And the baby with the baboon heart And I believe
These are the days of lasers in the jungle
Lasers in the jungle somewhere
Staccato signals of constant information
A loose affiliation of millionaires
And billionaires and baby
These are the days of miracle and wonder
This is the long distance call
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all
The way we look to a distant constellation
That's dying in a corner of the sky
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And don't cry baby, don't cry
Don't cry
And the sun was beating
On the soldiers by the side of the road
There was a bright light
A shattering of shop windows
The bomb in the baby carriage
Was wired to the radio
These are the days of miracle and wonder
This is the long distance call
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all
The way we look to a distant constellation
That's dying in a corner of the sky
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And don't cry baby, don't cry
Don't cry It was a dry wind
And it swept across the desert
And it curled into the circle of birth
And the dead sand
Falling on the children
The mothers and the fathers
And the automatic earth
These are the days of miracle and wonder
This is the long distance call
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all
The way we look to a distant constellation
That's dying in a corner of the sky
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And don't cry baby, don't cry
Don't cry It's a turn-around jump shot
It's everybody jump start
It's every generation throws a hero up the pop charts
Medicine is magical and magical is art
The boy in the bubble
And the baby with the baboon heart And I believe
These are the days of lasers in the jungle
Lasers in the jungle somewhere
Staccato signals of constant information
A loose affiliation of millionaires
And billionaires and baby
These are the days of miracle and wonder
This is the long distance call
The way the camera follows us in slo-mo
The way we look to us all
The way we look to a distant constellation
That's dying in a corner of the sky
These are the days of miracle and wonder
And don't cry baby, don't cry
Don't cry