Memoir yet to be written

The 70’s was coined the ME decade (Tom Wolfe).

I am OK, you’re OK. By now, we should see the ME products on the shelves: from Shirley MacLaine to her brother Warren Beatty, from Rock Hudson to Ron Reagan.

Last of the hardback memoirs. Last of generation ME.

We now join the world, for WE ARE THE WORLD, to the tune of 1 billion faces on Facebook.

An oil refinery went wrong somewhere up North, all of Southern California suffered (last week, gas price hit $5.00 per gallon).

I am an ardent fan of the future. The presence of the future is shown in each child’s eyes. Potential and possibilities.

No politics.

Their experience are mediated through a parental “firewall”. But the rest of reality out there to a child , who is holding an I-pad, is full of promises.

Why, why, why?

Adults can come up with 10 “why nots”, before we can come up with one “why” we should pursue a course of action (change).

Life has dragged us down.

So much that it would be more appropriate for us to wear “handicapped” T-shirts (instead of Superman).

I admire people who show up at the gym. At least, there are a handful of people who know their priorities.

Then, we should be paying attention to legacy.

It’s likely that we will be remembered for one thing, the way Presidents could not live down that one war they presided over.

Will yours be the innovator? The enabler? The leader? The thinker? The Creator? The Peace Maker?

We got that spark of divinity. Just that it got buried deep or blurred along the way.

No one has encouraged us to strive for more, strike for gold, or reach out to the stars.

They want to catch us speeding (they mean the machine, the hidden cameras etc…).

In other words, we live in a society predisposed to punishment instead of rewards.

Yet we pay lip service to employee of the month parking spot (next to handicapped’s).

I have noticed a detrimental trend during the Recession: those who don’t have jobs have gotten used to their second-class citizenry.

And those who hold a job, have also been deflated and resigned to becoming machine-like, which ironically, makes them vulnerable and replaceable by automation.

So, the ME decade in the 70’s gradually dies out (as shown in Memoirs and Biography shelves). In its place, we got the rise of the machine, a mindset (resignation to fate) and even the “end of men” as recently emerged in gender discussions. In twenty years, we expect to see more memoirs by accomplished women executives (HP, IBM, xerox, Facebook, yahoo, Pepsi…) and those who broke the glass ceiling, whether occupational or social (Oprah, Melinda Gates, Merkel, Rice, Hillary). Memoirs yet to be written. Could be yours and mine. With extended life expectancy, you do have time to sort and sift through those raw materials for your memoir. Just make sure to use the word WE  often. So We can share it, re-tweet it, and Like it.

P.S. As of this edit, Lean-In by Facebook’s COO Sheryl Sandberg, has just been released and moved to top spot on USA Today book list, just to prove my point.

E-memoir

Mark your calendar. Summer 2010 will be a bookend event.

It will be Gutenberg-like. It’s the beginning of the disappearance of Revised Print Edition.

It’s Google e-book store, where you can download the latest version of any book. Gone are the paper backs.

Or Large Print for that matter.

Select your own font.

http://www.tgdaily.com/games-and-entertainment-features/49631-google-plans-summer-opening-for-e-book-store

Our interaction with the pages is now replaced by our interaction with the screen.

A little divided (sight) as opposed to united (auditory, such as Audio books) according to Walter Ong.

Dumb terminal, long-lasting batteries, and unlimited “cloud” storage capacity make all this possible.

Books are now published on demand, or download. Paper or plastic?

Save a tree.

Somehow the image of “the Remains of the Day” (Bezos’ favorite book) came to mind.

A wall full of books, and the grandfather clock, all gone. What are there for the butler to do but writing his e-memoir?

I must admit the tone of that novel brought me back to an era where service is considered noble. And you could only get a glimpse of that now a day at Four Seasons or Nordstrom.

One of my pet peeves at Penn State was when students slowly folded their Collegiate only after  the prof had started to speak.

Today’s equivalent of turning off their e-readers.  Everything non-digital are “the remains of the day”.