Posts Tagged ‘essays’

Losing Your Memory


14 Jul

This was an interesting story I saw at Reuters today:

According to a survey released Friday, the boom in mobiles and portable devices that store reams of personal information has created a generation incapable of memorizing simple things.

I’ve never been very good at remembering birthdays. It’s taken me over ten years to finally get the date right of my best friend Cindy’s birthday. It’s worse for my brothers. Although I do remember their birthdays, I still manage to forget to send a card.

My memory is getting a little more faulty each year, but I don’t have a problem in remembering the past. Of course, there is a bit of friction between my brothers and I because in a shared memory, my memory isn’t quite the same as theirs. This is something I’ve learned to just not argue with them. They’re both very stubborn men, and who needs to argue over something like that?

Of course, different parties remembering an event with subtle differences, isn’t part of growing old, or due to us relying upon technology for our memories. Police investigations have widely shown for years that the more witnesses to a crime that you interview, the more the details will change. It is in this minutiae of the details that a crime is solved.

It’s a little disturbing that we’re beginning to lose our memory, not from age, but from apathy. I don’t think that’s a very good trend. Computers, cell phones, ipods, blackberries, etc., can be lots of fun and they can be very handy in helping you in aiding your memory. When it becomes a matter of replacing your memory; when you’re just entering data into your cellphone and not even putting forth an effort to remember that data, that’s laziness. Indulging in that kind of laziness leads to laziness elsewhere in your life.

Here’s where I’ve seen another example of apathy aided by technology; groups of teenagers that still hang out with each other. Doesn’t seem all that different from when we were their age. Going to the mall, eating junk food or watching a movie. However, in those groups of kids I see these days, they may be together, but they aren’t interacting with each other. Most of them are on a cellphone, talking at length to someone who isn’t with the group. Another has himself wired up to a mini-computer and surfing the internet. I wonder if he evens sees the traffic passing around him, much less his companions. Two others kids have earphones in their ears listening to ipods, their heads and bodies bouncing to different beats.

What is this doing to their social skills? What kind of memories will they have? If they can take a laptop into school to record lectures and take notes, how much of that is actually getting memorized and are they even learning?

My mother, who was a teacher in the 50s and has been a substitute teacher for the last 20 years in Monterey definately sees a difference in trying to teach something to today’s teen. They have problems with short attention spans (that get blamed on ADD or ADHD), lack of discipline causes many teachers to wind up just babysitting a class instead of actually teaching. Teachers have to compete against the allowance of laptops (which are now required in many schools) cellphones, ipods, and other forms of technological handicaps and diversions.

I remember a favorite teacher who, when he decided to retire early, left us with this caustic remark, “We’re raising a generation of dummies and I no longer have the desire to add to the problem.”

That was in 1979.

Technology is great, but what are we losing because of it?

** Try out your memory with some of the Test and Quizzes.

Decoration Day


28 May

I’m going to join my brother, Jack, in reviving the old designation for Memorial Day. He wrote an excellent article in regards to the origins: Decoration Day.

Beyond BBQs, extra days off of school, history class and what my parents taught us about the day, I really didn’t give much thought to what was behind Decoration Day. I had no real frame of reference. The Vietnam War was still fresh in the minds of many, but I was a kid.

As I grew up I tended to ignore the holiday atmosphere surrounding the day. I would watch, briefly, little memorials on the news, but again, it all felt so far away, it meant nothing to me.

Then a declaration of hatred hit the United States on November 11, 2001. Granted, I wasn’t in New York and I didn’t lose anyone, but I watched the two towers fall, carrying many innocent lives to their deaths, that coccoon I’d lived in all my life was shattered. Men and women in the military were sent away from home to fight against and bring down a very old enemy.

I began to see the recruiting offices here in Spokane, once dim, dusty and quiet, alive with young people filled with the passion to do something, to fight for the rights they believed in. I remember a day last year when I decided to stop and talk to a couple of the soldiers in one of those offices. They were tall, polite, strong; they seemed like giants. I shook hands with each of them, thanked them for their service to our country, and went on my way. A few months later, I was watching the news and saw the face of one of the soldiers I’d met. He’d been killed in Iraq and the news was doing a story on him. He had come from a long line of soldiers who had fought for freedom in various wars. Including an ancestor who had been a freed slave that fought in the Civil War. The soldier’s father was grief stricken, but proud of his son’s love for America and proud of his sacrifice.

It bothers me to hear the negativity that surrounds the War in Iraq these days. When someone implies that our soldiers, or our government is like the terrorists we’re fighting, it makes me angry.

I love being an American. I know nothing is perfect, but we have freedoms many do not have. We’re able to criticize, harshly, our president and our government without fear of torture and death. We have these freedoms because of those soldiers that have gone in our places, to fight our battles, to defend what we have and what we believe in.

It’s rainy, cold and cloudy today, but I got up this morning and put our flag up. It’s interesting to note, that as far as I can look down my street, there are no flags to be seen.

Remember what we have and think of what is at stake when our brave men and women leave our shores to fight. Enjoy Decoration Day and remember.

Some Thoughts About Roleplay


10 Mar

I’m slowly easing my way back into some roleplay at another writing site. It’s all right, but it’s tough finding a place that really grabs the imagination. It’s also tough in that the guidelines for writers are a lot more stringent than what I began with some six years ago.

Roleplaying is such a strong facet everywhere you look on the internet and roleplayers (writers and gamers alike) are very serious in their craft and about their characters. It is difficult and daunting to step into a “work” or “game” in progress. You must be cognizant not just of the basic guidelines, but you must adhere to the instructions of the one running the story/game. If you’re stepping into a strongly established world, it can be no different than if you were suddenly lifted from your comfy home and dropped into a part of the world whose culture, people, and lives were completely alien to your own.

Mistakes made by roleplayers, whether they are novices or seasoned veterans, are often dealt with by warnings. Such warnings can be polite, but on the internet there is that unspoken “tone of voice” which you can never be sure is nice or mean. Some warnings can also be as brutal as a hammer to your skull. It can leave the new arrival feeling bruised, on uncertain ground, or in some cases the newbie will just choose to leave.

In the area of roleplay writing, the effort to find a group of writers that one can connect with is a journey of obstacles. You have to deal with so many factors, from personalities behind the characters, to clique-like behavior. Yet, when you find that perfect group, it’s something worth holding on to.

Roleplaying communities are like any community you’ll find whether it’s one on the internet or your own neighborhood. There have been times when I’ve been part of a writing community that has forgotten this. Roleplayers cannot forget that there are real people behind the characters. Unfortunately, there are some that do.

I’ve now been a part of four roleplaying writing communities that have all fallen apart. I don’t mean the sites, I mean groups of writers that were roleplaying and writing stories. In each case we forgot there were people behind the characters. Many of us became too wrapped up in the personalities of our characters. All the things that can break a community, jealousy, deception, gossip, apathy, etc., were what broke those past groups.

These days I approach roleplay (also called group or round table writing) with caution. It’s difficult these days to put your heart and soul into something that could turn on you. It’s the same reason I’ve withdrawn from a social life for so long and I’m still not eager to return.

Roleplay, for me these days, is pleasant and a good diversion, but I doubt I’ll ever be as involved as I once was.

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