There is nothing new about the fact that with the internet we have access to more data than ever before, but that we have access to too much data. I could literally spend all day reading about one subject one a thousand different websites if I wanted to. Of course I'd have to sift through all the crap that is clustered behind a tiny amount of fact. I have with this regularly when I run across fitness websites. It is ridiculous how many different approaches there are to one's health, but it makes sense. I mean we are all different so it makes sense that different things will work for different people. That doesn't stop people from claiming that they have the end all solution to America's fitness problem. But I digress, we all already know this - I am adding to the crapola of the internet.
Anyways, I was thinking about the vast amount of information that I acquire every day from the internet. I don't think I retain very much of it - but it does give me crazy dreams. These too I don't retain so well. Perhaps I need to keep a dream journal and write in it in the morning so I can remember the craziness of the evening. Maybe not.
So I came up with an idea for a poem. It isn't something I'm super wild about but I like it. It goes along with this information overload theme. In fact it is the title and only line of the poem. The reason why is I think that is enough. Without anything else it is a line that you are forced to think about. At first it might seem ironic, but that isn't the point. The point is that the poem itself forces your brain to try and reason why it is alone, and thus it creates an information overload - of sorts. I know it is a stretch but it was what is in my head today.
Information Overload
information overload.
Copyright William Curb 2008
Saturday, September 6, 2008
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