Almost every geeky computer guy and gal who’s over the age of 50-something, knows the expression: “Everything is deeply intertwingled.” Depending on which computer guy/gal you talk to, you will get a different answer as to who to attribute that quote to. I learned of this quote in a class on “Structured Design” taught by Ed Yordon and Associates. They attributed the quote to Tom DeMarco. Others pin the quote to Ted Nelson.
It doesn’t matter Who cares, Dan? Well, maybe you should – kinda – in an appreciate-the-past kind of way – the quote is often used in reference to the early days/ideas around HyperText and the technical stuff that grew up to be the linked content on the Internet. That’s where this post comes in, but it’s not going to be geeky.
A couple of Thursdays ago, I was mentally consumed by a song-fragment – Testify – which languished on the side of the road in my brain. Normally those things eventually wind their way into some gone-but-not-forgotten area of memory, hits an entry on a dusty shelf, and the song is soon playing in my mind’s ear.
Not this one.
I did some searching for it at lunch, but no results. When I saw Linda’s request for JusJoJan prompts, I submitted ‘Curious’ because that was the state I was in and I could write this about that. Linda said no. We already had ‘Curiosity’ by Pam. I follow Pam, and although I’d never get mad at her, I’ll bet she snickered a little, or would have had she known that she beat me out on that prompt.
Greta, my GPS, alerts me to, and will sometimes read text messages from my phone. Every now and then, she will read me messages from WordPress. I didn’t ask her to do this, and there’s no consistent pattern as to when she does it, but on my ride home, Greta read me Linda’s rejection message.
I pulled into a parking lot.
In response to Linda, I said: “how about ‘testify’?”
A few miles later, Great told me that Linda was being pedantic and had responded with “One word.”
Yes, yes, JusJoJan prompts have to appear as one-word comments on Linda’s blog. Since she had already rejected someone’s lengthy offering, I guess she needed to stick by the rules. She probably didn’t know that she was causing me to pull into yet another parking lot.
Great. I had the word, and I was going to write about my mom’s church, the church I grew up in.
Later that evening, I texted my daughter about my frustration with this song-snippet. She instantly began an investigation, interrogation and started offering possibilities. Long story, short, the song is “Stand Up” by Mel McDaniel. Phew, mystery solved.
Of course, now that I knew what song it was, I listened to it again, carefully, and realized – this is not going to be a good soundtrack for mom’s church’s “Praise and Prayers.” That is a portion of the service where people stand up and offer praise for something good or ask for the congregation to join them in prayer for something challenging.
Some people might be put off by such a public display. Some might be embarrassed (and not speak) or feel embarrassed for the person speaking. Trust me, it’s not an embarrassing thing. It’s the sharing of a profound emotional feeling among a caring and trusted group of individuals who believe in the power of prayer.
What to do?
I could tell the church story and leave out the bit about the song. I could include the song, but not a link to it. Then, only the country music fans would notice the juxtaposition of underlying thoughts. Or, I could count on the loosely intertwingled nature of the blogs and bloggers that I follow to bail me out before today. As luck would have it, it only took one day, when Ellen published “Inebriation news, mostly from Britain.”
I said, stand up, have you ever been there?
Stand up, identify
Stand up, tell us all about it
Stand up, testify
So, while the chorus might apply to the faith-sharing segment in my mom’s church, the whole song is hereby dedicated to the British Houses of Parliament. No offense intended, but it seems like a good fit. You might have to read Ellen’s post to understand.
The gallery contains a few views of winter in Connecticut. This post is part of Linda G. Hill’s annual kick-off to the blogging year, Just Jot January. If you want to participate, or see what others have contributed, check out today’s prompt.