I came home yesterday to be treated to a rant from my wife about a radio show she’s suffered thru. Apparently these amazingly clueless these dudes were speaking about blogging. Then later that evening I got to listen to a portion of the show while driving in the car; right she was!
Boy did I enjoy her rant! Mostly since I choke down similar rants on a daily basis.
Technology keeps changing the way the world works is such fundimental ways. Each round in this game we play out similar patterns. At first we have no idea what’s happening. But we fool around with the stuff, we try assorted things. After a while there emerges some patterns in the new stuff. Patterns that those playing with it begin to understand. Those playing with it begin to be certain about what the facts are. They have the certainty that comes from experiance, learning from trail and error. This knowledge has the legitimacy of real experiance.
At the same time there is a large crowd of folks who are hanging back. They
watch what’s unfolding. They tell each other a story about what it means. These stories, like all stories observers tell, are framed in the terms of what they understand. Using the vocabulary of their personal experiances. The vocabulary has the legitimacy of the ages compiled into it.
At this point we get a collision. At some point those hanging back begin to announce that they have the phenomenon parsed, diagnosed, and explained. So often they are entirely wrong. All they have done is taken the phenomenon and shaped it so it fits their models. They dismissed the parts that don’t fit; usually heaping a bit of critism on them at the same time. They heightened the parts that do fit.
The voice they speak in is pompus; while the voice of those exploring in the new world is curious, doubtful, and playful.
At that point the folks that know the facts on the ground laugh, snort, and get angry. “Don’t be silly!” “Pompus Fools.” “Dust bin of history!”
The representatives of the old paradigm smile dismissively and say “angry young men.”
It’s really hard to bother to waste breadth on people so clueless. The world has changed and they will come along in due course. So in a inverse of the usual epilog of a blog posting.
Go read my wife’s blog instead.