The Lunacy of Modern Life

Wireless Diagnostics is the title of some boxes that have started popping up on my Mac computer screen, and I have systematically ignored them.  But today we had a hurricane, or should I say that one was scheduled to descend on the land some two hours driving time north of here which dramatically made our electricity go on and off.  So I became a little interested. I clicked on one of these sites so impressively entitled.  The text I uncovered was extraordinary.  One has to assume or at least I did that what was there to read would be comprehensible to the lay person who routinely uses computers, me, for instance, a college educated professor humanities, long since retired, author of several books composed on just such a computer as I was now perusing.  An average Joe.  But indeed the diagnoses of Wireless Diagnostics were couched in a technical language utterly incomprehensible to me, not one word, nothing available for my understanding.  It made me recall the biography of Steve Jobs which highlighted his arrogance and indifference to his fellow human beings.  Take or Leave it is the Motto of Apple.  Well, I will do what I can.  As a kind of psychic or thematic embroidery to the text page were the underwear ads.  Recently I discovered while reading the Huffington Post on line an outfit which made very stylishly designed mens boxer briefs.  The colors and patterns were startling and pleasing, and although I am a shapeless and unattractive eighty six year old I knew it would bring me pleasure to have colors and patterns next to my skin, not to mention the delightful fantasy that the male models in the advertisements might in some way turn into me, or rather me into them.  So I clicked on this advertisement and was led into their online shop and immediately bought some of their wares.  Curiosity sent me into a search of their competitors wares.  And now amazingly enough as I struggle with brow furrowed to comprehend the technological language of the Wireless Diagnostic people, the page before my eyes contains images of the crotches of men in their stylish and so carefully engineered ("everything is the pouch for your junk these days") underpants.  Technology at its very best!