Somehow I missed the music of the ’50s and ’60s and so I’m catching up in the ’10s. A fast Internet connection, a subscription to Pandora, a couple of speakers* in my study—and I can listen to streaming music as I work. R.E.M.’s “It’s the End of the World as We Know It” caught my ear: fast, funky and provocative. These days, “The end of the world as we know it” seems like the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the ,truth about life in general and my life in particular. Maybe you feel the same way.
Everyday there is something new to learn: a new version of Photoshop, shifting my domains from one registrar to another, launching a blog. And those are the easy ones. It gets tougher. How do I support an adult daughter who is learning how to coach a young adult son who is learning how to be a good partner to his girl friend, both of whom are in the sink or swim school of hard knocks for being good parents of a new baby-due-any-minute-now, all at the same time. That’s a learning curve! If you followed the family tree, you’ll note that I have to learn how to become a decent grandfather and great-grandfather all at the same time. I’m too young for that kind of challenge. It really is the end of the world as I know it.
In the ’80s, R.E.M. sang , “It’s the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine.”