Today I was reading in the magazine Vanity Fair about the Twitter inventor – Jack Dorsey and the way ( with over 300 million in the Bank ) he wants to be mayor of New York City; although he currently lives in San Francisco; I felt as though I were reading some sort of New Age Vogon Poetry, however this new form of prose had the age old result of causing my gut to try and leap-up and strangle my own brain, to save itself from how truly awful it all was.

With the rise the geek, the nerd, to ruler of the universe in our bran new Information Age; we seem to be experiencing some technical, no make that – mental, issues.

We have succeeded in what the Greeks put forward as the ultimate question, and Plato and Socrates failed so spectacularly tragically to do; that is for the mind to triumph over matter. Or has it?

While no thinking person would argue against the brilliance of being able to communicate and have access to information the way we do, how does it help us to have someone, who doesn’t even live in a city, claim to have a stake in how it should be run, just because that’s what he thinks?

Un-employment is high, people are being shot in the street, there are considered to be more conflicts around the globe today than ever. Why should I feel good about how many people are following someone on Twitter.

I’m sorry it all just seems way too far-fetched, I mean really…

It think it clearly calls for some sort of inter-national cap on the rampant intellectualism that is polluting our minds. I mean can anyone get anything done in this day in age without tripping over someone else’s big idea? Are there any simple pleasures left, unadulterated by conceptualization, unmarred by spin, un-liked and not commented upon?

By this point anyone who knows me will see just how close to home this is for me. I am like the quintessential big-thinker. Heck, I was blabbing about high speed rail when Obama was just a gleam in Illinois’ eye.

I guess it’s Back to the Future all over again.

Back before we could reach out and touch someone, via text, talk and however many bloody G’s, the way people stayed in touch was by walking down the sidewalk in and to their neighborhood spot, locale, etc. No this is not a neo-Luddite rant, what I am suggesting is this:

Sharing the sidewalk, coffee-shop, bar, office space, etc. requires common decency. Back in the day – this basic fact was enforced by the physical laws of the universe. In order to get things done people had to work hand in hand. In our brave new virtual cyber world, where buildings, communities, even money itself, exist as digital representations of reality; we have yet to learn how we conduct ourselves as regular folk.

How do we help the old lady across the street?
and more to the point – How do the Jocks keep the Geeks in line anymore?