Blogging on Blogging
Most everyone, it seems, is blogging or tweeting or face booking on their phones and computers and ipads and TV's and wristwatches. When I was growing up Western movies were popular. I went to see one almost every Saturday, either down town or on our black and white TV. I always loved it when they used smoke signals. The Indians, always dressed up in the finest feathers, would monitor a fire on the hill that sent out three distinct puffs of smoke indicating the soldiers were blindly filling the canyon below and it was time to empty one's quiver. And get the cameras rolling too. I suppose the soldiers could have seen the smoke signals themselves and possibly decoded them, but alas, they didn't know what to look for.
Most everyone, it seems, is blogging or tweeting or face booking on their phones and computers and ipads and TV's and wristwatches. When I was growing up Western movies were popular. I went to see one almost every Saturday, either down town or on our black and white TV. I always loved it when they used smoke signals. The Indians, always dressed up in the finest feathers, would monitor a fire on the hill that sent out three distinct puffs of smoke indicating the soldiers were blindly filling the canyon below and it was time to empty one's quiver. And get the cameras rolling too. I suppose the soldiers could have seen the smoke signals themselves and possibly decoded them, but alas, they didn't know what to look for.
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