Monday, November 12, 2012

Keyboarding - Access to More Brain Cells

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11 November 2012 is my 72nd birthday and today is a good snow story.  About eight inches of white stuff has fallen in the past twenty-four hours.  We are inundated for the first time this year and all is well.  Temperatures hover under 20 degrees F with promises of almost 0 sometime soon.

And in this snowy world I realize I am a fortunate soul, a woman whose man will make sacrifices to satisfy her needs, not just on a physical level but also on a social and spiritual level.  What is loved by one of us is appreciated by the other.  When one of us is criticized by the out-lander world, the world that is not privy to our close connection shared daily, the other arrives in support and concern.   

The internet has been our connection for so much of the past twelve years that I often think it is more responsible than physical reality for our relationship.  We represent cyber coupling brought into being by the electrical systems that pervade the online world.  It is waves of energy that connected us and today keep us connected.

We live in a world criss-crossed by that same kinetic energy floating through the atmosphere of our home.  I often wonder at the fact that we energize in this environment rather than find ourselves depressed by it.

Just as when the telephone rings and one knows who is on the other end of the line before picking up the receiver or clicking the button, the computer draws us into a proximity of being that until recently no other part of our world could.  Perhaps this communication is what the Neanderthals left to us – an ability to know without knowing why we know.  An ability to communicate with out speaking words. 

I wonder if speaking computers are actually a sign of progress rather than a regression.  It is our fingertips that spell and create on line rather than our voice box.  It is an entirely different part of our brain that is working when we type rather than when we speak.  Isn’t it a marvel to know that there are two aspects of our brain working synonoymously that actually tie into a level of creativity that we didn’t used to have.

Oh we have been writing for a very long time, but handwriting doesn’t quite count.  So slow, so ponderous. Keyboarding, on the other hand, gives us a moment to think, write, rewrite, edit, republish ad naseum before there is an audience to critique or hear, read, see our thoughts. We have the option of using the ‘right’ words instead of the ‘momentarily’ accessible word.

And perhaps this thought comes to mind beause I have grown old and my mind is not as agile as it once was in finding the precise language to express what filters through my psyche in search of a way to communicate.  The secondary process of keyboarding, going back instantly to correct, and then keyboarding again to expres an idea which in the moment seems momentous. It is, you know, momentous.  For these ideas come unbidden just as spoken language does, but in the process of using the fingertips to formulate, the fingertips to which such a massive portion of the brain is devoted, we have at our bidding two of the most facile aspects of our brain.

And the Aussie and I seem to favor the use of many brain cells in an attempt to communicate - I applaud our success.