Welcome to everyone who is experiencing Monday as the ravenous hell-beast that it is. If you find yourself at any point today desiring to pull your eyeballs out of their sockets and whip them around your head by the optic nerves, I think we can be the absolute best of friends over a few tens of drinks and a really strong pitcher of coffee, whaddya say?

Like Kris from Not Yet a Wino, I’m rather fond of writing games that require me to stretch my mind in various directions and come up with some sort of plot out of thin air. Normally I attempt not to blatantly steal an idea from another blogger, but in this case I’m doing exactly that — both because living Monday is enough of a workout (the writing ideas I have to blog about would be a tremendous effort today) and also because — hey, who doesn’t like a game, right?

So here it is: below you will find an opening paragraph to a short story, novel, etc.; the length matters not, but what it DOES require is your creative juices and muse! If you feel so inclined (and I urge you to give your inspiration a shot even if you aren’t confident in it — we’re all friends here), please leave a comment and give us the next couple sentences, paragraph, or paragraphs of the story as you see it from your perspective. Check back often to see what others have written — it should be very fun and interesting to see how you folks’ minds tick!

The Story So Far:

To be honest, he wasn’t sure if he noticed the shoe or the lips first. Shoe-wise, it was an incredible specimen, to be sure — thick, brown English leather construction of high quality, the sort of footwear that enters a boardroom at 9 and exits well before noon having made three pivotal, business-changing decisions, eaten a frosted cinnamon roll with delicate character, and spent the remainder of the time waggling eyebrows with the extraordinarily cute sales rep. Shoes with light tan and orange laces that didn’t simply make a statement, they practically gave a commencement speech. Heels that commanded respect from the tiles and not mere tolerance. Yes, these shoes were something else, but the lips are what really took the express train home with a pastry in tow. The problem of the lips was whether or not their proximity to the aforementioned stately wingtips was going to interfere with his abilities or not.

Go to it, folks, and have fun!

I sometimes wonder what my mind would be like to not have a million voices and thoughtstreams flowing through it at any given time.   To just for once have the ability to shut everything else out except that one, singular path that I wanted — or needed — to tread upon and to stay the course until it was completely thought out.

In computer programming, we call this any number of names, but it’s usually, “getting in the zone” or “going on a coding spree” or a “hackathon”.    We have the ability to get into a mode, a method of thinking and reacting, that shuts out 98% of everything else and distills your neurons down into a fine, smooth wine of design and bits and logic.   It’s a beautiful thing to be in…when it happens.

Writers talk about finding a similar comfortable spot of mental clarity and developing that into a habit for producing their prose.   It’s a shut-out against everything else for that one, sacred, glowing spot of white in the middle.

I’ve been terribly distracted and unable to silence the voices that ramble in my head all the time and so I’m finding it increasingly difficult to be at my peak performance.   Tactile things seem much more do-able at the moment and pure thought is fleeting at best and shouting crowds of bullcrap at the worst.     Whoever is driving the crazy-train in my head is certainly having fun trying to jump the tracks.

Much like the weather outside, my brain is like a blowing snowstorm, things flying this way and that, eddies of wind whipping around hidden corners and swirling in the middle of the room.    To hold onto a thought is like trying to fly a kite in a jet engine it seems.

I should have been a carpenter.

In Other News…

Despite my concentration issues at hand, on March 6th I will be guest-blogging at the ever-revealing blog Morning Erection.   To say that I’m excited about this is like saying that I like taffy a lot, and I’m a man who likes his taffy.   I’m currently planning out the piece that I will be doing there and it should be a good, fun opportunity.     Tom is a great guy and often writes a lot of varied pieces (much like this blog) that touch, inspire, and make you tilt your head sideways.

I encourage you to stop on over to Morning Erection and get a feel for what Tom’s doing and to stop over there on March 6th to see my guest post.    I’ll be sure to mention it here and on my Twitter to let you know as well.

Gil Laroya wrote an interesting article today on The Huffington Post entitled, “Does Technology Replace Humanity?”    He posits that technology is slowly making us less and less human by distancing us from each other and enabling us to forget that we’re dealing with other humans on the other side of the line.

“As technology makes machines more life-like, it is slowly turning us humans into robot-like entities, creating voids of emotion and empathy. The scary thing about this, is that we that are more and more subconsciously driven to allow this to happen.”

As many of you may know, I’ve always been extremely fascinated by the juxtaposition of  humans and technology; it is what drove me to not only get my degree in computer science but a extensive minor in philosophy and my senior research in artificial intelligence.    Several of my friends are philosophers, fans of philosophy, or psychologists.   I love to observe the interaction we have with our electronic tools and communities.

In a nutshell, Mr. Laroya annoyed me with this article.   It very much stank of, “old man on a porch shaking a cane at the damned kids” syndrome which strikes any number of the older generation when faced with the enormous social change the boom of technology has perpetrated.   He is as gruff as a weathered farmer folding his arms and stating, matter-of-factly, “Well, sir, I just prefer a handshake myself, thank you very much.”

I met my wife online in a text-only chatroom and we progressed a great deal of our relationship within it; heck, we still keep up-to-date with each other via SMS/IM during the day.   I’ve made numerous friends through my online contacts, some of which I have met in real life and continued relationships with, and some I have never seen and yet hold dear to my heart and mind.   A great deal of them I would have never met had it not been for technology.  Many of them read this blog.

It was with these thoughts in mind that I composed my response to Mr. Laroya’s article:

Because we’re so sincere when we make happy small-talk with the person in the cubicle next door and then spend our lunch break railing on them to our friends about how they have the most annoying laugh or how you can’t stand their lack of work ethic.    Because we’re so real when we show up to family gatherings, fighting in the car about in-laws and ‘your slutty cousin’ and other relatives that we really loathe but we are happy and huggy and perfect once we arrive at the doorstep.    We’re so affectionate when we invite our friends over for a party only to bait-and-switch them into a marketing opportunity for our latest at-home-sales gig or to shame them into watching the kids or pulling favors.   It’s so truthful to wine and dine our customers so they’ll forget any issues between us when the alcoholic fog covers their brain cells.

Mr. Laroya is dating himself by insisting that the Internet is removing our humanity when it’s doing nothing of the sort but merely changing up the rules and modes of the game — the score stays the same.  It’s those that lament for personal interaction over technological connections that hold us back into antiquated systems and habits for the sake of being able to shake a hand and lie to the person’s face instead of over an email.   If you are finding that digital interactions are leaving you colder than physical, then you are either not communicating using the right rules or your expectations are stuck in a different medium.

Humanity is not defined by the transportation it uses to go between us but by the content of it.    Love, affection, and caring can all be delivered personally OR digitally without loss just as hate, lies, and fear.   It is still the people at either end that make the difference in what is sent.

So, I ask of you, dear readers — what are your thoughts on technology and its effect on our interactions?     Are we finding ourselves less human and less sensitive to those on the receiving end of our technology or are we simply engaging in a new game?