Brave New Busy World

A few ideas on post-(post)+modern living.. a longer and more random post than I set out to write..

Hi, my name’s Joe and I’m an addict… Hi Joe!

I’ve had a bit of a Facebook addiction lately, it comes and goes, but the last two weeks have been bad. I’ve also started sending (sms) text messages, shock, horror. Maybe I only feel guilty about this because I’m not a teenager anymore. It’s hard work stying hip. I guess growing up can be fatal.. not in a life or death kinda way but more in a quality of life and excitement kinda way, we’re all dying minute by minute, but you don’t want to be old and boring before your time. Keep with the pace. Get with the program.

I find Crackbook very useful for planning parties, finding out about events, sharing photo’s and researching (stalking) (-;

Yes, I know it’s a closed system and a content motel (what checks in, never checks out), but it’s fun.

I was at an art exhibition opening in Cape Town this week and randomly spotted a few (new’ish) cool people I know, so I thought.. wow, this is a small city. Then again, maybe our network of acquaintances just grew rapidly in the last year or two.

I don’t think we really notice the change so much, but it’s kinda cool.. more friends, more new friends, more new friends at a faster rate.. and with a few filters ( fly swatting) more cool people around.

You see people with 1000+ friends on FB and you have to wonder.. let’s extrapolate, what if everybody had 2000 friends in a year’s time.. things can get noisy. What about the pathological case.. what if everybody knew everybody?.. given a long enough time line, kinda like interview with a vampire social networking. No more secrets.

Life in the time of Facebook dating.. how did we ever manage before?

One of my housemates was contacted by a girl on Facebook last week, had drinks and ended up in her up-market apartment all on the same day, now that’s progress gents.

Time to get that pro-photographer portrait for your profile picture, I’m getting mine soon. Haha.

Everybody seems to be a photographer these days. Which is cool… but sometimes I wonder if IQ’s have not scaled with the needs of technology.. WTF is it with the muppets that can’t figure out how to rotate a photo correctly before uploading it?

Some people on Facebook are dead. Think about it.

A friend recently commented on a photo and soon discovered that the person moved on to the the big social network in the sky. Most interesting the mark we leave on this world..

Talk about legacy.. my uncle is the CEO of a major train building project in Gauteng. Very Atlas Shrugged. How cool would it be to leave a rail road? I think this kind of raw infrastructure legacy is going to become more scarce.

I wonder about the volume of photos we’re gathering. In 2001 I had pretty much zero photos. I now have about 25k, actually I’ve lost count. That’s a bucket load of photos. Not something you can just flip through in an hour. If everybody had 25k Facebook photos it’s going to make people “researching” a bit tricky.

When I fire up Rhythmbox it tells me I have 50 days and 21 hours of music. Remember that Micky Mouse CD collection you had 10 years ago.. how sad.

I think all woman believe that the yardstick of civilization is a made bed.. I must be a modern day savage.. I hate making up my bed, not sure why, but I think it just feels pointless. I think the unmade bed hints at our implicit need for progress.. what if the bed just made itself dammit!.. my point is: entertainment is the last industry, the rest can be automated.

I’ve found that a number of high profile people are not on Facebook, maybe it makes them too accessible, takes away the mystery.. truth is, they have friends and they are human. Maybe they just don’t like the idea that on Facebook everybody has a public image to project, everybody is their own PR agent, everybody is a rock star.. mass democratization of fame.

At least 2 of my top-five best friends are not on Facebook. Annoying at times. More annoying than the gay neighbours’ two lap dogs. Less annoying than no-number phone calls. I wonder why they are resisting.. not like it’s the fad that Orkut or Myspace was.

All the people I invited to our last party are on Facebook.

I think social media feeds on busy lifestyles, busy and interrupt driven lifestyles. We are forced to work in short bytesize bursts and we are social animals.. given the choice you tend to keep your fiends happy. Other things have the volume turned down. It’s like social networking has some spread spectrum modulation that scales with the noise floor of life.

Is blogging dead? Maybe, I think the fad is over.. the rush of being a part of something new and cool and personal is over. The weird turned pro. Now it’s just personal publishing and life caching.. for those with longer attention spans who can actually write something interesting. There are about three blogs I love to read.. they are all written by close friends.. not really “media”, but I’m hooked.

In the end it’s all about reputation and scarcity (of attention). We can be so primal in our new found sophistication..

“I don’t think people are meant to be alone. That’s why if you find someone you care about, it’s important to let go of the little things. Even if you can’t let go all the way. Because nothing sucks more than feeling all alone, no matter how many people are around.” — Scrubs

“Get busy living, or get busy dying.” — The Shawshank Redemption

Thanks for your attention and reading my little rant.