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Showing posts with label rueful recollections. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rueful recollections. Show all posts

Thursday, 13 August 2026

The New More-Is-Less

I used to be astonished at how little
the popular music stars of the day
I admired, but not like, contributed
to their latest hits, as I saw what sold a song
was the padding/star power packaging.

But lately I find myself coming up with
my own paucity. My offerings here are thinner
than I used to write. I seem to be unable to grasp
the direction of travel of the new media,
as it heads in the direction of the false trails
laid down by and for the newAI kletpocracy,
which  always exonerates the latest dear leader.

My stake in the new media game cannot count for much.
The best of my old blogs will find other lives though whoever
steals the ideas in them. Nowadays I am old enough to look back
and recognise that I was left behind before I could see it happening
in the first wave of de-industrialisation, in the 1970's,

I have been looking for the present through the past since those times..... .    .  

Tuesday, 12 September 2023

'Body Count' And 'Mileage'

are both terms that I was familiar with
the first one in detective series and thrillers,
whether book or film related, the second
in connection with the speedometers on cars.

Imagine my surprise when I learned
that the young have re-appropriated them
as terms to describe sexual experience.
But then I accept all responsibility
for the prudery I imbibed with Mother's milk. 

Innocence was being proud of not having words
to describe what I was never meant to happen,
long after I had experienced the worst of it,
I learned a lot better what it would have profited me
to understand, much later than it was useful to know.

For the young 'body count' is the number of people
they and others have slept with and 'mileage' is years
of sexual experience, The last time I took a test
for sexually transmitted diseases there were thirty five
of them, when all the strains and variations were included.
Given the young's acceptance of vehicular metaphors
I would guess they would call an STD test an MOT,
and count taking one as normal, and with being cleared,
getting the engine revving again at the first opportunity.