from outhouses to information overload

adventures in turd surfing

Are things improving?

It’s hard to be optimistic given the media.

My nanny grew up in a bigger, more distant world.

People didn’t know about what was happening on the other side of the world.

Wars and famines in far off lands that didn’t impact them, didn’t impact them.

She had other more pressing business.

Each morning, you’d go upstairs with a two buckets. One empty and one filled with hot water.

The empty bucket didn’t stay empty for long.

You’d empty each piss pot into the one bucket, then use the hot water to clean them all out. Then? Off to the outhouse to empty them all.

If only waste management were that easy.

Twice a year dad would have to dig a hole. The outhouse would fill up. He and the boys would have to dig the shit out of the outhouse and burry it around the property somewhere.

If only managing our attention were that easy too.

Back then people had enough of their own shit to deal with.

Social media was unnecessary. Television hadn’t been invented. There was a radio in the villag…