The Metric Imperials

          When I was a teenager, if you bought a bag of weed it was called a lid. Generally speaking, there were two finger lids and three finger lids. I've heard of four finger lids, but I think it's an urban myth. The unit of measurement was the height of two or three fingers put together. The weed was sold in a plastic baggy and you'd hold your fingers up to the baggy and call it even at some point. It was the hippie system of measurement.
          Things changed when I was in high school. The grass industry became more sophisticated. It employed the metric system as a form of measurement. Pot was measured in grams. A small bag of weed was a gram. It seemed like a gyp, but the weed was better so it evened out. The next step up from that was an eighth. An eighth of what was unclear. I always thought it was an eighth of an ounce, but that wouldn't make sense, if it was the metric system. Or was it the British Imperial System? You can buy a gram or an ounce, a pound or a kilo. It's still like that. It's higgledy-piggledy. 

The Information Age

           I had a realization the other day that I'm not cut out for the Information Age. First off, I don't have a smart phone, I have a burner. It's a throw-away flip phone that I use in case of an emergency. On occasion, I'll receive a text from a friend and most times I'm surprised by it. And sometimes I'll receive a phone call, but it's my policy never to answer unless it's really important. I find that if I get more than one text consecutively, I get worked up as if somehow my privacy is being invaded. I caught myself the other day getting angered by a singular text message, and I had to ask myself, "what the hell is wrong with you Anthony?" To which I concluded that I'm not made for the Information Age, (I didn't want to pry too deeply into it).
           There are some whom I refer to as fancy texters, who will text five or six messages consecutively. That style of texting is the most egregious to me. I find myself yelling "stop!" when that happens. If you're a close friend I'll pull you aside and have talk with you at some point, "You know that texting style you have? It drives me loony, can you formulate a complete thought and send it all at once?" Most times people are a tinge insulted, as if I'm telling them to shut up. But I'm not telling them to shut up. I'm telling them to talk more at once, which is the complete opposite of shut up. How many times have you heard that- talk more at once? Probably never.