A tribute to and a lament for Marshall McLuhan.Â Five days a week, Tuesday through Saturday,Â I present one of McLuhanâ€™s observations and talk about its relevance today.Â 300 ideas. 300 days.Â 300 posts.
Marshall McLuhan (January 26, 1976, age 64). Sheer stupidity
Last night I shifted 40 to 50 books off the sofa and miraculously Sheila Watsonâ€™s Coach House press collection of essays and stories, Open Letter, came to hand.Â It really is a delight.Â As I was reading her essays on Wyndham Lewis it hit me forcibly that we have all been fools.Â Here we are joined in a common interest and we have done less than we might to advance that interest because we no longer live in the same place.Â The wind has blown us and we have allowed ourselves to be scattered.
Me (May 2010, age 57).Â Â Has technology compensated for stupidity?
Unlike books, electric media now enable us to reconnect, work together and live apart in ways McLuhan could not.Â Whether this is a good thing or not, it is a fact. You no longer need to live in the same town to be part of the same community.
What discarnate, disembodied communities are you part of?