Project 313 – Post No. 075

On the face of it, most people don’t like change. This isn’t a scientific statement; it’s just my impression.

I’m sure one can find articles arguing for or against that view but my experience is that people don’t like change. 

I’m ambivalent about change. There are a lot of things I would like to see changed. I also don’t mind things changing when the change is for the better. However, my experiences made me wary of change and, as a general rule, I’m pessimistic of it.  

Meaning, I’ve seldom experienced change strictly for the better. Something might be “improved” to fix one problem but in the course of “fixing” something, two or three new problems are introduced. Moreover, I get a sense of dread when something is changed for the specific purpose of “improving” it. 

As previously mentioned, software companies are some of the worst offenders . . .

. . . next to people who constantly fiddle with the look of their blogs. Funny that some of the people who complain about change are also them who are most likely to keep changing stuff. 

I kid, but there are large grains of truth in what I say. 

Here’s why I don’t like change just for change sake . . . it requires effort on my part. If a blog I read changes their layout, I now have to pay attention not to the content, but to the peripheral stuff that has no value-added for me.

I mean, I understand a blog can in itself be an expression of the personality of the person offering it up. But, seriously, do people’s personalities change that frequently? 

One aspect of human nature is that we like the familiar. We don’t want the menu at our favorite restaurant to change every week. For that matter, we don’t like the decor of our favorite restaurant changing every other month. 

When change is forced upon us, we often refer back to “what we were used to” in a “woe is me” tone as if we’ve lost something of value. Which, in a way, we did.  

It’s weird that as much as humans resist change, our whole economy and way of life is geared toward change. Everything is always improving whether we want it to or not. Again, most of it is not actual improvement. 

Cars used to work just fine and while we can point to many safety improvements, other improvements are nothing but adding to the probability of costly repairs and reducing the longevity of the product. And that’s in addition to me not needing half the features “included” in the now more expensive product. 

But, fear not, dear readers . . . eight years and counting and this blog still sports the same theme it started with.

And now, the photo:

Project 313 075

I think I will like this series. I mean the series of automotive macros. I’ll start mixing in regular photos after a bit but, for now, I’m reveling in creative experimentation. 

Speaking of change, I did make one change. I changed the signature on the photos. In case anyone is wondering, that’s not my handwriting. It’s one of the many fonts loaded in my machine. 

I wanted to add the Disperser moniker but wasn’t happy with my printing or cursive so I switched to something that looks handwritten but isn’t. 

That’s an example of a change that affects no one. No one really looks at the watermark so the change is strictly for my pleasure. I imagine most people wouldn’t even have noticed had I not drawn attention to it. 

I like this cartoon . . . 

Ignoring the joke part, I wouldn’t mind being able to speak five or six languages. By speak, I mean able to communicate with someone who speaks one of those languages. I don’t need to be fluent enough to write articles in that language; I just want to be able to communicate with people. 

Of course, some people are awfully picky and tedious about their language and go out of their way to not understand. I experience that in Germany and Switzerland. Here, I’ve seen similar treatment of people who have accents . . . they can easily be understood, but some people just plain don’t like accents. They think them un-American . . . forgetting their own ancestors probably spoke little or no English, especially if they came from England. 

There are many dead languages and that’s worth remembering. If a language doesn’t grow with the needs of the people using it, it will eventually be replaced.

When I draw my doodles, I seldom have anything specific in mind . . . certainly not an Aztechenian Fantasy. And, yes, I prefer that made-up spelling to the actual (some would say “correct”) spelling. 

Aztechenian Fantasy

And . . . that’s it

Some of these posts will likely be longer as the mood hits me, but most will be thus; short, uninteresting, bland, and relentless.

You can read about Project 313 HERE.

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