Mural for the Internet
There’s been a lot of hoopla recently about the Pope naming the Patron Saint of the Internet. There’s also been a lot of talk about the Internet being spelled with a capital “I” (as in Internet vs. internet.) I vaguely remember the days of old when the ‘net was a big deal, and we pronounced the Internet would always have a big “I” to distingish it from LANs and other networks. We also used to abbreviate the ‘net as “the ‘net” rather than “the net” as it is now. All of this talk made me wonder. What would a mural for the internet look like? Would it be some kind of mural for the masses and try to encompass all who embrace technology? Or would it be something simple? My best guess is that it would be something small that could interconnect easily. Much like a triptych. Some form of art that would be insufficient to stand alone but would work better when, excuse the pun, interlocked or “netted” together. Interesting concept. I wonder which artist has already done this. (Whenever you come up with an interesting concept, it’s always safe to assume that somebody’s already done it somewhere, in some form anyway, already.)
So, it’s supposed to snow today in River City. Not much, maybe just like an inch. I haven’t seen snow for like 10 years or more, actually. Maybe a little the first few years I moved here. I think my family is going to freak out though. My Dad has seriously started to enjoy the snowstorms back east, because he does not have to drive through them. My Mother has, like me, acclimated to the Texas heat, and feels that, once it dips below 40, she no longer exists. The other day she was complaining about it being 65 degrees outside. “It’s freezing,” she said, “are you crazy? You want to sit outside?!?” Hey, it was below 70, I had long pants on, I’m allowed, OK? My sister has taken to eating bon-bons and staying at home. The “big” event for the day is getting the mail. I wonder if she’ll even notice the flakes falling from the sky, or if she’ll just bolt for the unemployment check, that comes her way faithfully ever week. Whatever the case, I hope, for her sake anyway, she’s wearing long pants, because, baby, it’s cold outside.
Maybe I’ll put a snowflake on the mural.
Until next time, this is Carol, the Carol in “Carol’s Little World” signing off.
