This really is the last Sorgai. I am just about to go off to Wales for an extended visit. I looked carefully at my situation. While there I will have my 81st birthday. I hasten to reassure anyone concerned this has nothing to do with my recent attack of cancer. That is vanquished. It has just been checked at the hospital and all is well.
The time has come for me to get serious about sorgai. Well, semi-serious. At least I should learn what all the words mean. (The word ‘sorgai’ is Cantonese for ‘crazy chicken’ but you knew that already.) And I need to understand clearly why what I write comes under the classification of Social Media.
Nicholas Negroponte has a tendency to get it right. He is one of the great brains of this world. Despite the fact that he suffers from a form of dyslexia and has trouble reading he still manages to look at the wider world of technology and get it right.
He is the founder and Chairman Emeritus of Massachusetts Institute of Technology’s Media Lab, and also founded the One Laptop per Child Association which, yes, has the power to change the world.
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All my working life I have been involved with words and getting people to read them. I started in magazines, then into publishing, went back into magazines, worked on newspapers. Now I am involved in Internet web sites (and have been pretty much since the beginning) and still write and publish books.
Was I born in the poor- house? Were we desperate for money? The answer is ‘no’. We were tight for money and there were no luxuries but we were not desperately poor. True I did not get new clothes but I was not a ragged street urchin either. I have used all sorts of convoluted mathematics to work out where we stood at various times of my life.
I really do not know whether you can easily access http://www.newyorker.com/magazine/2015/03/09/break-in-at-y-12?mbid=rss because it is the New Yorker and that is a tad on the expensive side — although worth every cent.
This is a very long article on the dangers of the stores of bombs around the world — hydrogen and superbangium or whatever — and how the storage is slack, lackadaisical, dangerous and not quite the article.
It has been said, probably correctly, that I go on too much about the working class. Of being of working class origins. Of still being working class.
It has been the defining characteristic of my life.
I have written this piece three times. Each time when I came to the end I allowed a few hour’s gap then read it for editing.
Then wiped it for it did not say what I wanted to say about the subject.
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