Today was spent in my covered wagon
Crossing the Digital Divide
After a life of kind of adopting technology
As an educational tool.

I used to make wagon wheels a long time ago
The precision of the skill the craftsman demonstrated
Was nothing sort of remarkable. Hands, eyes, trees,
All becoming wheels, strong and beautiful.

My job then was to talk about the craft,
To do the unskilled labor like turning the lathe’s wheel
While the real skill happened at the other end,
A perfectly shaped knave, the hub, the wheel’s foundation.

My wagon slogged over the educational mountains
Bouncing off the latest program to show word frequency,
My wagon bogged down in disappointment
As I began to think life is more than point and click.

I’m missing the smell of wood,
The appreciation for sweat,
The texture of books, and most importantly
The excitement in a person’s eyes when they make something.

Something tangible,
Something meaningful,
Something that proves their spirit to be hearty,
Computers, tablets, and phones glaze over excitement with dullness.

A dinosaur, that’s what I am, twenty something years in the game,
I blog, I write on a computer, I snap photos with my phone,
But man how I’d like to just read my stuff to a group,
Each day putting pen to paper, and I can’t bring myself to get rid of my negatives.

Don’t get me wrong, technology is great,
Only I can’t stand how impersonal it is, how cold, how far removed.
And as my wagon goes forward, I know the horseless carriage is far away.
Maybe I’ll just walk from now on.

The little of coding I know
Makes me understand how computer dumb
I am.
Why does it have to be so hard,
I copy, I paste,
It all stays the same, right?
Not so.
Double spaces, changes in layout,
C’mon, man.
I want it to be easier,
Not more complex.

Thanks, smartwatch,
I’m having one of the best runs in a while,
Legs moving freely,
Cadence high,
Lungs and heart agreeable,
Attitude adventuresome, and
After seven-plus miles, three mean ass hills,
And lots of good companionship
You never turned on to record the run.
No matter, I know how it felt
Without the data.

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That which seems so clear
May only be a mask
Hiding our blind spots.

Dr. Bach claimed the greatest
Of our mighty nation,
Except of course for the materialism.

He opined about the need
For teachers to be leaders
As weakness infiltrated our ethos.

“Technology and materialism,”
He said from his pulpit,
“Have outstripped our moral endurance.”

Turns out the learned man, Bach
Was living life as a professor
Out in the open spaces of Iowa.

His life was devoted to the understanding
Of religion and faith.
Did he think computers the Tower of Babble?

Was he worried of nuclear bombs,
Or radicalism in other faiths?
Maybe he just didn’t see past his manifest.

That which seems so clear
May only be a mask
Hiding our blind spots.