A tribute to and a lament for Marshall McLuhan.  Five days a week, Tuesday through Saturday, I present one of McLuhan’s observations and talk about its relevance today.  300 ideas. 300 days.  300 posts.

The medium is the mess-age

Me (September, 2010, age 58).  The one worder.

Marshall McLuhan had no small talk.  His long time friend and colleague, Ted Carpenter, says that McLuhan could talk about small things but was incapable of doing so without turning the small thing into a large subject with “his unflinching directness.”  For example, he tells the story of walking with Marshall to the coffee shop of the Royal Ontario Museum.  They entered the Museum by the imposing front entrance way.  And in the middle of the entrance on the steps was “a turd.”  Looking down, McLuhan spoke volumes with a single word.

Marshall McLuhan (1950s, age 40s). “Human.”

Cordially, Marshall and Me

Reading

Edmund Carpenter, “That Not-So-Silent Sea.” Typescript posted on Internet, p. 9.

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Michael Hinton Tuesday, September 14th, 2010
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