07-16-2009, 10:20 PM
Hello. I am a new Menewshan, and well, I figured there's no better way to start my 'life'
here than by telling my stories, and writing whatever came to mind. That's just me. It is your right to bypass this post altogether, the writing will be long, at times jumbled and conversational, and at times just plain old stream of consciousness. You are just as invited to share in my experiences, though, and I might just entertain you, who knows?
This is... My Kiosk of Ramblings.
Today it is the 16th of July, nighttime in Frankfurt. Actually, it could very well be the 17th, but I haven't checked the time in.. forever. This is a little hole in the wall joint, one of the only ones in possibly all of Germany that doesn't close too early for my tastes. I have been for all my life, a night kind of person. Today has actually been a rather educational day in my life. But I am not sure whether it is this exact thing I want to talk about on my first go out in this experiment of mine, or whether I want to be more linear with my style and just go with a timeline of events.
I have just flipped a 2 Euro coin. The problem is... I forgot to make the wager before flipping the coin!
Ah well, the coin is destined for the coinbox attached to this computer anyway. In it goes, and i've decided that since it's going to cost me anyway, I may as well write something that matters to me before bothering with my history and the inconsequentials of who I am and what I live for.
My father is a very important person in my life. There's little I wouldn't do for the man. He's a fighter who has always come out of seemingly impossible problems with not only a degree of respect from everyone who has crossed him, but also a story to tell that is more amazing than anything I could possibly have accomplished in my own lifetime. His life and acts were news 14 years ago, and that is probably the sad realization of things. Despite his attempts to be known, and in the world of today, try to present to the world the truth and full accounts of his experiences, along with relevant information that pertains to cases still talked about and still important to several organizations... he was ignored by the apathetic masses of today.
We live in a world full of apathy, where the only news we care about is... well, I should say the world stopped caring about what would have been newsworthy a long time ago. The information age was really just a term coined by some very optimistic individuals. We don't pay any heed to information, we just want to use our lovely technology to see the newest 'Pingas' video on Youtube, and talk about the most inane and meaningless things online. The net isn't really serving the purpose it was originally created for, I imagine.
I don't think my dad was quite ready to deal with this age of Youtubers and *choke* 4channers.
What is really interesting is the very technology he sought to make available to the world is exactly what is preventing him from being the week's story. It's funny, he went from idealistic, to jaded, and back to idealistic when he thought his story would matter to the world.
After several attempts to get media coverage, his efforts are not only fruitless, but they speak volumes for the course humanity is taking in general. I always knew the net was a vicious and heartless place in a lot of ways. I think the existance of things like meatspin, rotten.com (do they still exist?) and the entirety of 4chan pretty much confirms this! What I myself wasn't prepared to do, was warn my own dad of this, much less see him discover this wasteland for himself and see the results.
Sad doesn't begin to cover it. I had a profound feeling of both pity for this man I have respected and loved my entire life and sadness for the fact that the likelihood seems to be that his story is destined to be forgotten by today's crowd of apathetic moderners.
On the bright side, I have an optimism about me that enables me to believe that in the future, there will always be a need for storytellers, and thankfully, his lives on in my heart, where I can
share it with the awesome people who do stop and lend an ear weeks, months and even years from now. Unfortunately, the second guy can't ever tell it as imaginatively nor as vividly as the very person who lived it. This is why centuries later, we don't know exactly who say, Ashoka was. We have little to go by, just word of mouth. But it's amazing what just one storyteller can accomplish either way.
That`s today's Kiosk of Ramblings! Thank you whether you listened or not!
Last edited by Tellah; 07-16-2009 at 10:23 PM..
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