Welcome All

Hello, everyone, Guinn Terry Davis here. This is my first official blog entry on this website. It’s been a long time coming; I’ve posted on Xanga and other websites, but never my own. Truly groundbreaking…in some countries anyway. I have to give props, thanks, kudos, gramercies, praises, etc. to Chad Miller, the designer of this web page for making this site possible. There are other people, too, and over the course of time I’ll thank them…I may even mention them on this site. So for all those who I owe a bit of gratitude to, you know who you are and start rejoicing, because you may have a chance to be exposed on a world wide scale (nothing too embarrassing, I promise.)

Changes for Young and Old

I read today that the music industry is heavily relying on CD sales this fall from the likes of Mariah Carey, Alicia Keys, and even Britney Spears. According to the All Access Group, CD sales percentages decreased in the double digits this past year, and the surge of superstars selling CDs in the fall maybe the only thing that saves the record companies from having a complete meltdown going into ’08.

First of all, I think the compact disc is following the same path that cassettes and 8-tracks did before them and will virtually vanish, so I don’t understand why the record companies are holding their breathe on the sales of the final two quarters of the year (although vinyls are cool and they’re making a comeback, so you never know). It’s news like this that get me pondering where we will be in twenty, even ten, years from now.

When I was a kid, I dreamed about cool video games that could be played on our computer. Keep in mind, this was the D.O.D. period (Days of DOS), so playing games that would be comparable to modern video games was not even on the charts. Now, games for the PC are all over the place; many of them rival console games. I’m not claiming to be some sort of visionary; in fact, I think every kid has visions and dreams about far off places and futuristic things; it’s called imagination.

As we get older, our scope becomes narrower. It’s funny; when we’re kids and have large imaginations, but we have no money, limited access to places, and there’s little we can do about it. When we’re old, we have the money, unlimited access to places, but the imagination has dwindled. Where will we be in ten to twenty years? Ask a five year old that question, then ask a thirty-five year old the same thing. I think the difference in answer will astound you.

I also think predicting the future is more difficult than it used to be. When you were a peasant in the Middle Ages, you could pretty much guess what you were going to be doing for the next forty years. But now with advancing technology, who knows? I really have no idea, but if I see something in a dream or vision, you’ll be the first ones to read it.

A parrot (yes, a parrot) once told me “We live, we grow old, we die. Life goes on.” I asked him, “Who taught you that?” He said, “You.”

“Me? When did I teach you that?”

“You didn’t; I lied. It doesn’t matter who taught me. Life’s short; get me some crackers!”

What could I say? There’s no way I could have seen that one coming.