drug of a nation




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don’t be a l.i.a.r (Low Information to Action Ratio)

(Clearing out some notebooks and scraps of paper…sorry, loads of posts coming all at once, probably in bit and pieces to make it easier to tag and categorise…trying to tidy the study)

Neil Postman talks about people having a low information to action ratio. Me defined I guess.

“The tie between information and action has been severed. Information is now a commodity that can be bought and sold, or used as a form of entertainment, or worn like a garment to enhance one’s status. It comes indiscriminately, directed at no one in particular, disconnected from usefulness; we are glutted with information, drowning in information, have no control over it, don’t know what to do with it.”


Being informed doesn’t make you wise

matt/gloss/easy on the eye

Looking across the platform at Derriaghy train station it feels almost as if my eye has to go to the other side and carry the light back across.
The colour of the leaves, the rust on the rail track, the damp of the concrete and matt grey of the stone seem to absorb light and become dull making it more of an effort to see. The eye becomes tired with the effort of fetching light and colour. Same in the house late at night.
Dull means eye effort means tiredness means gloom.

So much of our modern life is spent staring into sheets of glass. I’m staring into a sheet of glass typing this.
Light from glass seems magnified and bright, it seems to carry itself to the eye without the eye having to fetch or carry it back.

Gloss means bright means less eye effort means less tiredness means happy associations.
Looking into glass screens for light and a good time is easier than looking at concrete or winter trees for a good time.

My favourite seats in coffee shops are near big sheets of glass. I much prefer the light levels on the train to the bus. I love the reflection and light from the sea.

I’m addicted to the internet, to Facebook, to blogging.
But perhaps it is something else altogether.Perhaps I’m really just addicted to the light source, to the gloss and shine and the way it seems to run into my eye instead of the effort needed to love at the matt things about Lambeg. Glass is dangerous, time for a walk in the dark.

doodle-nt day 1 – Facebook

So I’m going to put my Facebook addiction to bed for at least 40 days and try to use the time for drawing/doodling instead, just experimenting and seeing what comes up. H___ gets a bit frustrated sometimes that I can’t do some nice paintings and sell them but I don’t have the skills and wouldn’t even know where to start.

I find a bigger problem is that the way I see the world isn’t something you would necessarily want to hang on your wall. Sure we all dream of sunsets on the west coast of Ireland but my daily experience is computer addiction, Lisburn on cloudy mornings, damp hedgerows looming over me on the tow path. What I’m trying to say (without offending the good people who call this place home) is that I don’t find this place beautiful and as such it makes it hard to be inspired.

Partly I blame computers and the internet. They might be tools or objects made by men but the amount of information and visual data that pours from the screen seems to have dulled my sight.

My imagination has been captured by the computer and I don’t like it!


where would Jesus shop?

Technology has stretched our boundaries out so much that we live in what feels like a global village. Perhaps you are reading this in another part of the world¬† and its morning while here in Northern Ireland where I sit presently and part of me believes that if you are, then we are connecting in some way as my neighbour but more. You are almost my friend. Technology has created this world in which I believe that it is possible to be friends with all 6 billion plus people of the world. Thinking about this makes me nearly mentally ill. We are finite creatures, we are limited and if I can’t know my wife, this person who I should know how could I know you?

Yet this is the world we live in. Facebook,iPhones,cheap planes.

So it feels that everytime I make decision, an ethical decision that it has worldwide implications and may effect someone in India or Peru or here in Belfast. How are you supposed to stay sane in such a world and not go crazy?

So perhaps its time to start thinking in terms of our literal neighbours more, people we can physically touch within physical limits. Like a church parish or townland because something is wrong if I have some random person reading this and feel connected yet I don’t know the name of the alcoholic neighbour two doors down or why the Portugese family two doors up moved out.¬† How can we live in our homes online?Why am I doing this and not going out to my local and having a pint with some man who lives within walking distance?Who are you reading this?Will we ever meet?

So it is that we should think about where we trade our goods and how we farm the land locally.