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Three Little Pigs

This evening I was down in the recycling area of our building, doing my Sunday duty of taking out the recycling. It’s a tedious job, but hey, it fits well with my obsessive-compulsive need to sort and organize stuff. That, and it’s always interesting to see what people throw away. There’s the usual magazines (I could save a bundle on magazine subscriptions if I were sufficiently motivated), shredded financial statements (think of the things I could do with a scanner and a good piece of software), and The Three Little Pigs. Huh?

WTF? There in the middle of the usual discarded junkmail and pizza boxes is a pristine copy of The Three Little Pigs, the kind that is targeted for bedtime reading to three year olds. Alongside it, a similar copy of Jack and the Beanstalk. Am I mad? Hell yeah.

First, I’m a big book fan. When I was a kid, I grew to love books through my overly-literate parents’ numerous Sunday visits to the library. One weekend in fifth grade I read a dozen Hardy Boys. Twelve. It’s safe to say, I like books.

Second, I hate to think that some kid somewhere has nothing, and here’s someone who has so much that they have to throw away perfectly useful items just to make room for more crap. My mother had the curious habit of forcing me to keep my Dr. Seuss books and Lego on the presumption that trees and plastic wouldn’t exist by the time I had kids. I don’t know whether that was an overly pessimistic statement on humanity, or simply a subtle hint that she didn’t expect me to have a child until I was 60. Either way, it was probably a smart plan; after all, have you seen the price of Dr. Seuss books?

Finally, I really like the library but cuts are forcing them to become shadows of what they used to be. Any time I’ve got a book I’m done with, I usually try to donate it to the library (same with my magazines). The clerks at the library always looked shocked that someone is donating books. I like that look.

I picked up the books, and took them back up to my apartment. After all, I’ll be going to the library sometime soon. And it’ll make me feel a little better about the whole thing.

Past, Present and Future

Over the weekend I finished reading The Light of Other Days, a sci-fi collaboration between Arthur C. Clarke and Stephen Baxter. The novel takes place in the near future, where a power-hungry media mogul develops a technology that allows him to use a wormhole to view any location on Earth. As if that isn’t enough, the technology soon proves to be capable of not only viewing across space, but backwards in time as well. This discovery unleashes widespread changes as society struggles to come to grips with the loss of privacy and the discovery of the true horror of mankind’s past.

I found the subject matter intriguing, especially when the media mogul’s scientists discover the technology’s ability to view the past. At that point, he recognizes that there are probably many people watching him from the future using the exact same technology that he has just discovered. Makes you wonder: when you’re alone and you feel like you’re being “watched”, are you just being overly paranoid or extremely perceptive?

For me, I’ve always had this trick of “sending” messages to myself in the past and in the future. When I was either sick or under some severe amount of stress, I tried to ask my future self to assure me things would turn out OK. And when I was well again, I tried to remember to tell my past self that everything turned out OK, and remind myself how good I felt at that moment. Sure, it sounds kind of stupid and I know it doesn’t really work, but it always allowed me to endure the tough times and focus on getting things done.

But who’s to say that there isn’t some future self, even an ancestor, watching me and making sure the message gets through?