Ah yes. Rock and roll. What is rock and roll, and what does it have to do with overpopulation?

Yes, I am serious. I have sometimes wondered if rock and roll -- and not uniquely rock and roll, among what's emerged culturally in the 20th and 21st centuries -- is a by-product of the shrinking of the world. It goes something like this: as the world shrinks, we are up in each others' stuff all the time, crowding each other, taking each others' land, space, air. Familiarity breeds contempt, as well as the classic roommate dynamic, writ large. England does not like the way Russia leaves hairs all over the sink when it shaves. Russia thinks China has bad taste in decorations. China just wants to have one night of peace without America coming in drunk at 2:00 am and puking on the bathroom floor. Et cetera.

So what do you do when you're crowded? You get frustrated. That frustration has to come out somehow. It can't come out in total war because we all have nuclear weapons now so wars are no fun anymore. So we yell at each other, push, and shove, and bite. And our music is a loud, aggressive music that has to push its way through the crowd and shout to make itself heard. And this music is rock and roll.

Auspicious beginning?

Or suspicious? Just the act of creating a blog does not give me any ideas as to what on Earth I might want to write about. But peer pressure has mounted and mounted, and I never fail to latch on to whatever happens to be hip at the moment, so I am now at this moment blogging for the first time.

Not much to say except it's 12:30 am and I was at work until 10:00 pm again. I wonder if I am a fool.