... and tremble with laughter.
As thoughts turn to senescence and death, I'm constantly amazed by the enduring appeal of headstones that practically nobody visits after a year or two or at best until such time as those most closely connected pass on themselves. More enduring as of now ~ nuclear annihilation excepted ~ is our digital selves, with their lasting appeal.
There's a lesson in this because, once dead no-one is interested in your social feeds, or what Elvis has been up to recently. Our works, however, continue to live a life all of their own.
My monthly (or is it quarterly?) stats on who has been downloading my modest papers is the perfect reading over a coffee in the morning (plus pizza with poached egg).
Why for instance has this one been downloaded a two dozen times on a remote island in Scotland. The clue is likely a school project, the dour schoolmaster pinning this one up on the digital whiteboard and saying, "Drugs do this to you."
My eye was nonetheless drawn to the pair of nearby villages producing some of the best whisky in the world, and I see myself eyeing a grant for education of the young.
On the other hand, someone has downloaded the same paper in Uzbekistan... WTF?
There are two takeaways from all of this however, and one is the enduring appeal of the two papers featuring this means of human carriage, and on the other hand means of turning a quadcopter into a wing-borne airplane using a self-tilting wing: giving it more range and endurance.
The other is the constant trickle of downloads located in California, China and India, which either suggests that this is where the world is being invented; or else merely the fact there are more people there to begin with.
With the possible exception of California, which is where the TD Commons site itself is hosted.
Why am I not there, instead of eating pizza and poached egg here in Royston Vasey?
Footnote: the building is actually Rivington Pike, not ten miles from here by drone...