There are piles of books in the Messeder residence, as the Resident Home Decorator often reminds me, especially when she enters my atelier – which is a French word for “studio,” itself a fancified substitute for “office,” which, to me, sounds too darned, well, officious. I’d much rather sit in my studio with a drink and my books, and maybe … But I digress.
Some of our books have not been looked at for a while. One of them arrived in the mail yesterday. Others had been in the attic and not boxed for discard or library donation when the lady of the house took her desire for order to the floor beneath the roof.
I love books. Some more than others, but in principle, all of them. As I occasionally told my son, who came up before the current Internet was the overflowing repository of knowledge it has become, “Everything that’s ever been known is in a book somewhere.”
In high school, I read about a kid about my age who learned to drive an MG-TD really fast and drift it through corners with just the right combination of speed, gas, and brakes. I got a little older and tried it; with a little practice, I found it worked really well.
James A. Michener has taken me through the generations of history of South Africa, the American West, and the Eastern Shore of the Chesapeake Bay, and this month introduced me to Diane Les Becquets, whose 2016 novel took me on a search for a lost hunter in Montana. It is one of the few tales to have made me cry.
I wish I’d known of her sooner. “The Last Woman in the Forest” so far promises to be just as good.
Back in the day, the “Encyclopaedia Britannica” was a wondrous library in its own right, containing in about 30-40 books a little bit about nearly everything then known about nearly everything, with maps and color pictures and information about stuff a 16-year-old had never even thought of existing.
The latest crop of high schoolers has the penultimate encyclopedia, the Internet. Google a phrase from a song accompanying a TV show or ask it how high is Engineer Pass, and the Internet delivers the entire song and the how long it’ll take to from the paved road to the 12,800-foot summit of Engineer.
It’s in the Rocky Mountains near Ouray, Colorado, by the way, and I drove a Jeep within about 800 feet of that summit one spring before the snow had melted enough to unblock that last few feet of two-track road.
Daughter and I once waded online through a portion of the U.S. Constitution to discover for a paper in her master’s degree studies, whether the federal government had authority to establish gun-free zones around schools.
Our granddaughter, then eight years old, came home one evening to look up Frederick Douglass and was amazed to see how much the live one she’d just met looked like the dead one the live one pretended to be.
Like the encyclopedia of my youth, the Internet is a passport to nearly everything one could possibly want to know — or at least it’s a pointer to where that knowledge can be found.
The Internet also has Mark Zuckerberg’s most famous creation. Zuck invented Facebook while in college as a device to catalog girls. The platform has made him very wealthy on its way to becoming eminently useful for spreading information about all manner of organization, mayhem and outright lies.
I do not spend much time on Facebook, though I pay close attention to a half dozen of them. I am bothered to discover that because I didn’t comment on a friend’s post, Zuck hasn’t shown me anything the friend has posted since before Covid.
And I announce my weekly column on Facebook where, with a little luck, my friends will “Share” my posts with their friends.
But the platform’s “feature” allows a truckload of false information to be passed around while blocking information that might actually be helpful. For that reason, many people report emphatically that they do not “do” Twitter or Facebook.
I wonder how many of my readers regularly inhabit the Facebook Interverse, and for what reasons.
John Messeder is a freelance reporter and photographer who resides in Cumberland Township. He may be contacted at john@johnmesseder.com
John, I am a daily ‘user’ of FB. In one way or another I like to share things I find that are funny, interesting to me (and perhaps some of my friends), special and/or fascinating. I think my friends there do too. I also like to share intersting news articles that I find in the NYT. “That’s Entertainment” I say. I also like to spread information about where and when my band is performing or about the community chorus I direct. Sometimes, I’m curious about national and world news and my friends opinions on those events. FB is also a… Read more »
Great column John! Love to hear your thoughts on Tik-Tok
I so far have not discovered its point, but probably I have not dug deeply enough.
I use it mainly to keep in touch with some friends and family across the country and share photos on WGALs ULOCAL and check out others photos. I really don’t spend a lot of time on it and I keep my friends list below 30.
Facebook does have some nice uses.