I have been trying years now to figure out why I hate Facebook so much. I mean, the truly informative bits I get from friends far away are nice reasons to linger on, but for the most part, I would love to ditch the whole thing in favor of a bit of Twitter, email and my blog. Still, I’d not been able to come up with an appropriate metaphor until I saw this halloween costume idea… Now I am even more certain that I will be spending less time as part of the cycle of ingest-and-pass-along. I have things I want to do with my life, and while the cuteness is occasionally a balm, and the calls to action are often heed-worthy, most of the time, I could obtain the same cuteness from my own dogs and birds, and the socio-political news directly from the sources I have deemed trustworthy. I am weak, and the moment I open the ‘book, I end up drowning in the mire, allowing myself to be churned to dizzy hopelessness at the base of the Facebook Wall Falls. I don’t think it helps my sanity. Anyway, I am not gone yet, but I have unsewn my lips. It’s a start.
Having Google on your phone is like having a drunk know-it-all in your pocket. There’s no time for mystery or wonder. You’re just like, “how do they make glass?” “Blarghelarglebahhrahhh!!!” And you know. But the time between not knowing and knowing is so brief that knowing feels exactly like not knowing, so life is meaningless.
Equally, though more practially, thought-provoking are the results of Louis C.K.‘s experiment in bypassing the corporate middle-man. Another foray into media self-publishing proves again that the consumer, given a chance, is honest and will pay for a product. The media conglomerates would have artists believe that we are all out to steal their art and their earnings, but more and more of them are understanding that the real thieves are the entertainment houses themselves. Occupy entertainment?