A-Bloggin’ and A-Rantin’

I’ve been somewhat hostile toward blogs and blogging. It has seemed faddish to me, I guess. I tend not to like made-up words, like blog and vegan. I’m doing this for a bunch of reasons. One of them is that I don’t hear many people saying what I want to hear said. So I have to say it myself. As I begin this, I don’t feel that I’ve found the right voice. I feel stiff. Although I’ve never been enthusiastic about the Internet, due to my work as a writer, I use it every day. I’m currently learning HTML and CSS, and I use Photoshop and Word. But I tend to believe that, overall, the Internet and computers have done more harm than good. More and more people are abandoning the real world and real community for a vicarious life of sitting in front of a monitor. How can that be good? I can’t imagine anyone writing poetry on a computer. One of my goals for the future is to be in a position where I have no computer and no telephone—just a regular old mailbox. I read an article in the New York Times about a writer in Maine, Carolyn Chute, who lives at the end of an unpaved road with no phone, no fax, and no computer. I admire her. Technological development is not the purpose of life. I don’t have a cell phone, and I never will. I think they’re intrusive, and nobody has ever convinced me that they aren’t a danger to your health. I wish they would go away.

End of rant.

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4 Responses to “A-Bloggin’ and A-Rantin’”

  1. Norma Rose Says:

    Ditto Eric! Mark, I also enjoy your views. I lived in the West Indies for four years with no computer, cell phone, t.v., etc., and I can totally relate to your viewpoint. Somehow I survived for all those years and now I long for the days when life was ‘simple’ and I actually had to write letters to loved ones in order to communicate or receive news from home.

  2. Natasha E Says:

    Hello Mark,

    I am enjoying reading your words, just as much as I enjoyed watching the movie, The Wild Parrots of Telegraph Hill. You expressed so much in that movie that it made me cry towards the end. As I noticed on this site, you try to distance yourself from that phase of life, but clearly it had a big impact of who you are today. I really enjoyed watching your connection, devotion and understanding of who those parrots were and what they liked. I wish I had the smallest percentage of your experience, and I still keep on dreaming that one day I will. I live in Los Angeles, where I moved to from another part of the world. I haven’t been the happiest since, but your sentence from the movie got my attention, start to observe the nature from around you. With stress of our daily lives, we tend not to notice things anymore, we tend not to see there is nature around us, even in the cities like LA. I learned some from the movie, and I wish to thank you for willing to share the story with the world. It is very beautiful story, very touchy and it got my attention, because I also spotted the similar kind of the wild parrots living in LA as well. I thought I halucinated at the time, but now I know they found their ways here as well.

    Thank you for such a beautiful story. I wish you all the best,


  3. markbittner Says:

    I still have trouble finding just the right words to describe my position with regard to the flock. I haven’t distanced myself from them so much as the distancing happened of its own accord. What I was doing was unsustainable. But I see them in the trees around my house every day, I have two of them living with me (injured birds), and today I went to their roost spot to make sure that everything was ok. They opened the door for me, so I feel that I have a responsibility to make sure that no one abuses them.

    I appreciate your thoughtfulness.

  4. exocoetidae Says:

    Ironically, this post amuses me, due to the anti-tech tongue in cheek with which you express, and with the fact I was watching TV tonight in a rare circumstance, simply because PBS was screening “Wild Parrots of Telegraph Hill” again. Thanks to you, Mark, and Judy and all the others for bringing reality to TV (since the so-called “reality TV” is something I’ve only watched momentarily in ER or clinic waiting rooms, nothing engaging there for me). Seeing you once again smiling and feeding the wild babies (I see them in their parabolic flights over on Telegraph Hill, when I can), even if it’s from years ago, is always a nice ground.
    We will prosper from the grace you exemplify.

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