Too Much Information

As I wastch the growing hysteria (which may be justified) about the Swine Flu I have been pondering about how while the internet has been a boon for information junkies like myself, it has introduced new levels of anxiety for others.

The average internet user is not some boffin locked away in their ivory tower, but the average Joe(sephine). These people are as children, with no filter mechinism between themselves and the information being provided. When big media was King, that was mostly managed under by judicious(?) release of “news” under the watchful eye of governmental controls. Not so the internet.

Before anyone freaks out and thinks I am advocating censorship, I will state categorically that is NOT what I am saying. I am musing on how those that swallow everything the internet says and treats it as gospel truth. At the moment these people think the sky is falling, because a million uninformed people say it is. Education is the key (and always is), though for this generation of internet users…it’s probably too late. Time to start teaching mental self protection in schools. “Grain of Salt” thinking.

Speaking of Family

It’s coming up to my Dad’s birthday. I haven’t seen him in a while, well since last Christmas. That is pretty much how I roll and the rest of the family knows that. Anyway I sent him an email asking if he wanted to come up to my place for a meal for his birthday. He declined saying that he was over the whole family thing, and while he was still avaiable to help out if there was anything he could do, he wasn’t going to be doing anything more than that.

You know what. I am cool with that. Told him too.

See I am happy to let him keep what is his.

I know when others in the family have heard the same thing from my dad they have been shocked and saddened. I guess they thought they owned part of him, or that he owed them some of himself. I don’t feel that. I have no expectations of how he should be as a grandfather to my kids either.  I never knew my grandparents and it never hurt me none.

When we came to Australia from England I was just a toddler. We had no family close by in Australia, and my mother and father were fiercely independent. Living with no safety net seems natural and normal to me, to others that would be incredibly scary.

I remember my mother saying to me once “Allison, you always seem to take these big risks in your life and they work out”. To me they never seemed like risk, they were just “doing”

Draft that i couldn’t decide whether to post or not.