The Real John Carter Is More Interesting Than the Fictional One

The Real John Carter Is More Interesting Than the Fictional One

“Let us cherish and love old age; for it is full of pleasure if one knows how to use it. Fruits are most welcome when almost over; youth is most charming at its close; the last drink delights the toper, the glass which souses him and puts the finishing touch on his drunkenness. Each pleasure reserves to the end the greatest delights which it contains. Life is most delightful when it is on the downward slope, but has not yet reached the abrupt decline.” –Seneca

They keep asking him about Instagram at the end, and are amused that he doesn’t know what they’re talking about. They can’t seem to grok that Instagram is the opposite of his life. The awful trick that social media plays on the unwary is to make them think they’re producing something. In practice, almost everyone is a consumer. It’s multi-level marketing, not media. There’s nothing wrong with being a consumer, and consuming media is no exception. However, if you confuse consumption for production, you’ll end up selling soap to your family members and going to meetings. Why not go to the pool with John instead? Stand next to him, and you’ll end up on Instagram anyway.

It’s a Brave New World

It’s a Brave New World

Course I ain’t never been to London, and I ain’t never seen France. And I ain’t never seen no queen in her damned undies, so the feller says. But I’ll tell you what: After seeing camera-equipped drones followin’ motocross bikers, like this here story I’m about to unfold, well, I guess I seen somethin’ every bit as stupefyin’ as you’d seen in any of them other places.

The Cold War Might Be Over, But Rust Never Sleeps

The Cold War Might Be Over, But Rust Never Sleeps

Way back in the corner of the intertunnel. You know, on the shelf. Behind the other stuff. You need a flashlight, but it’s there. There are things on YouTube worth looking at.

Sure, you have to wade through Latvian talent show renditions of The Final Countdown played on ukulele, and Adele carpool karoake clips, but the stuff is there. There are interesting people doing commendable or mildly amusing things, or at least failing in the attempt in a charming way, while filming. There are people like Cold War Motors, making the world more exciting and less safe by putting 1960 Furys back on the road.

I’ve been blessed to have ridden in all sorts of vehicles, including old Plymouth Furys like this one, and even with all this water under the bridge, the questions remain the same. Can I get it to run? And if I can,  can I get it to stop?