A friend, a lovely friend, who blogs here, found my blog yesterday. Being a kind and helpful sort, he recommended that I get all technical and track visitations. (To my blog, that is. Nothing extra-terrestrial going on here.) Will was kind enough to send me a little tutorial via Twitter, so that I could, you know, quickly and easily add the tracker.
An hour. Blerk. I don’t understand HTML at all. I mean, I completely admire it, and I find all those computer-whizzy people quite astounding and interesting. I have one friend who tweets about it, and I don’t understand a single syllable, but I enjoy reading his tweets nevertheless. (One likes to feel that one associates with the intelligentsia.)
I began to wonder what it was about the HTML that I didn’t like. Was it the <arrows> and strange fragments of not-words? Was it the blank spaces which, as I later discovered, as just as important as the letters? I think it was the feeling of being in a half-familiar world. A world which, given half a day’s tutorial, I technically could understand, but which I had no interest in learning about.
Limits to knowledge annoy me – always have. I can remember vividly learning as a small child that in heaven, when Jesus sets everything to rights, we will understand everything we need to know. “I’m in!” said my soul, and the rest is (complicated) history.
Limits to understanding also frustrate me. One of my pet hates as a child was being misunderstood. In truth, this is still a problem for me. And I can see that trait in my eldest daughter too. It’s linked somewhat to a strong sense of justice. But that’s a story for another day.
Several events have thrown me lately. I posted a photo of my childhood teddy on facebook last week. My Dad saw it and corrected the spelling of his name. It seems, for thirty years, I have thought my teddy was Ralphy. In fact, he is named after a dog in Richard Adams’ Plague Dogs. And so, it turns out that my teddy is in fact called Rowfy. It’s a similar pronunciation. All these years I have just thought my parents didn’t really annunciate their ‘l’s very clearly (sorry Mum and Dad). As I remarked to my sympathetic sister, “I feel almost as if I’ve found out I’m adopted!” Of course, this is a completely over-the-top remark, but it does tip its hat toward the depth of surprise I was experiencing.
So, what have we learnt? (Erhgh. That phrase doesn’t half give me the shivers!) Several things, which probably could be written out in a little poem, but won’t be, because I’ve other important, cheese-related articles to be writing.
- Learning is a lifelong and worthy pursuit.
- Knowlege is wonderful, but until that Great Day, we won’t ever have enough for our own liking.
- When faced with uneasiness, we could perhaps let go of perfectionism, or whatever else is getting in our way, and learn to learn like a child again.
- To knit.