little_boy_reading_clip_artWhen doing my evening ablutions I listen to Youtube videos. Tonight I heard “Linguistics as a window to understanding the brain”, “The science of pornography addiction”, followed by “44 Facts about the U.S. Presidents” and finally “The Theory of Everything…A little bit closer” when my GI system – desperate to save my life – leapt up through my neck and throttled my brain and I fell unconscious.
Since I was a boy I had a hunger for knowledge. I wanted to know as much as possible. I am still very fond of biology, astronomy, and several other branches of science*. History also has an allure; what belongs to history belongs to all men and I want it too. I just finished a history of Russia and am about to start a history of The French revolution.**

There is no other goal here other than to cram my cranium with as much of The World Book Encyclopedia I can retain. Thanks to the internet and its search engines, knowing anything at all seems to be a dying art. You don’t have to learn the moons of Jupiter for they are available with a few button pushes on your iPhone or iPad. ***.

Nevertheless it is jolly good fun to be able to recite all the US Presidents or state capitols or the drama personae in the War of Succession. Like a good boy scout (or mentant) I am on guard to interject my knowledge if there is a need at the next cocktail party. Alas, no one asks. I guess I attend the wrong parties – when I am invited at all.

Education is never a waste. I hope all the history and science lounging around in my limbic system makes me a better person rather than a crashing bore. Besides, collecting trivia is infinitely cheaper than cigarettes.

 
* Well, not ‘everything’. I had (and still don’t) any interest in learning about sports, fashion, and economics.

** Both end badly.
*** It turns out there are far more moons of Jupiter than there were when I was a boy. Apparently they reproduced or someone made new ones.

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