My boy and I were talking. It was a nice night.
I got to talking about an older couple I saw pull into a video store, and how when they were born they might not even have had a television. Now they can waste their lives watching any movie they want at any time. (The thing that blew him away was that there was a time when to see a movie you HAD to catch it in the theater. If you missed its two week run, you might NEVER see it. He could hardly imagine what that was like.) So, we got to talking about the ancient of days, or maybe just the senior of days, I guess.
He is working at a major department store as a cashier, and he has been getting a chuckle out of learning that I'm almost the last person on earth who writes checks. Fewer than 2% of his customers write checks.
He says, "Do you know what a check means to me? It means an 'R.'"
He scores a G when he beats the time limit for the transaction, and an R when he fails. It is impossible to "make" the time limit when the customer chooses to write a check.
I laughed out loud to find out the main thing I mean to the average youth of today is guaranteed ... failure.
Not that I'm anachronistic or anything.
And I wear a fedora no less.
And take it off upon entering a building.
There's no hope for me.
The other chuckle came when he pointed out that native languages are dying at the rate of 2 per week, and the rate is accelerating. Now to me, that means that the end is near as we close back in upon the state of man that led to Babel. And I'm already leary of how the Internet is drawing us all so much closer together. Even as I sit here typing, I can't help but think, "No good will come of this."
If only I believed in the basic goodness of man, but I don't. I believe that if you let 6 billion people all communicate freely, they will just come up with some new way to exploit each other and a significant minority of them will find a way to justify their remorseless greed. I'm reading a little about the Irish troubles lately, and the degree of cruelty inflicted by man on man and woman is just crushing.
The expectation is that the last three languages left standing will be English, Mandarin and Spanish.
I chuckled when it occured to me that our very last language should be Manglish (the last -ish is the Spanish.)
This is not nearly Milliworthy, but I had to tell someone about the checks and the Manglish.