True Life: I’m addicted to Facebook

I never thought this would hit me so hard. I couldn’t even count the amount of times I visited this page because it was so many. I am addicted to Facebook. I looked through my history, and if I am not even on Facebook it is still open in my computer. Half the time I am stalking someone’s pictures while they’re abroad, the other half I am watching those Tasty videos (which I am also addicted to). Holy crap, I need to get off Facebook. I don’t even like it that much, that’s why I am so confused.

Another huge chunk of my search history was related to internship searching. I am currently on the search and it has honestly consumed hours of my time. This search is so much better because at least it might (hopefully) pay off in the long run. If there’s a policy internship in New York City, odds are I have already looked up the job description.

Lastly, I check the normal stuff: Canvas, ctools, netflix, and youtube. Neither of these websites have a particularly high amount compared to the other. I had a lot of exams, so canvas was used a good amount.

If I am being honest, my history scares me. Note to self: get the hell off Facebook NOW.

The Great Gatsby

Choosing a theme for a given piece of writing is never an easy task. What complicates the process most is not creating the theme itself but is finding if it has the innate ability to reflect my character.

Project 1 seemed at first particularly challenging because I was unsure of how to incorporate academic research into my piece. After talking to T, I have now cleared that up and am left with two persisting ideas:

1). Repurpose old FaceBook messages (from middle school days) into some form of story or personal narrative. Why? Because I find the way I interacted with people then to be entirely different than the way I do now and I am interested in exploring that. I am not sure why I am drawn to this idea, however I believe that everyone at some point has a desire to sift through old messages and moreover, that everyone has an interest in exploring how they used to be. Through this piece, I feel that I could reveal much about myself in addition to much about the community of social media, and about how people choose to depict and portray themselves to others through these sites.

2). Repurpose an essay I wrote for Eng 124 about what provides pleasure to viewers in a horror film, a genre that is meant to scare and upset the viewer. Through this repurpose, I would embark on the creation of my own horror piece governed by my previous research for that essay but also using new research on horror literature to turn it into a piece of writing. I don’t find any personal attachment to this idea, however.

Lev Manovich Article

Before reading the Lev Manovich article, I honestly did not know what to expect.  When first seeing in on the syllabus we had talked about the notion that everything we do had to do with software.  Naomi suggested that an everyday person-person conversation may not, but then retracted that and claimed that Manovich may argue otherwise.  Obviously that did not make me any more prepared for an article I knew nothing about.

While reading the article, I found myself agreeing and disagreeing with what Manovich was arguing.  I understood that people are ignoring the the software and internal design of something in favor obliviousness or the sheer simplicity of operating a machine they operate every day.  As I read on, I realized that I understood what he was saying because I was, in fact, one of those individuals who uses something like the Internet without actually knowing how it works.  Its a very interesting thing to thing about and, honestly, its something I never really thought about until reading Manovich’s article.  That admission right there, though, is exactly what Manovich is writing about.  Not only do I not know about the software that makes the internet work, I never bothered to find out.  Right this second, I am on the internet.  I am tapping away at the keyboard and words are forming in front of me.  Soon, I will click the publish button on the right of this screen and those words will be available for thousands to see, categorized and organized.  I am well aware of what is going to happen, but just as Manovich describes, I have not the slightest idea how.

If his point is unclear at any point, Manovich later breaks it down in a way that any teenager in this day and age should understand.  He describes the simple process of clicking the “Like” button on Facebook as using software.  That button is clicked millions upon millions of times a day by millions of people without a single one of them thinking about the process behind it.  Manovich, however, describes it as participating in the online information ecology by expressing preferences and adding metadata.  I’m glad Mark Zuckerberg and the guys at Facebook decided to go with “Like” instead of Manovich’s mouthful.  All jokes aside, I once again admit that I agree and disagree with Manovich.  He argues that, nowadays, understanding software is absolutely necessary to understand culture.  I can see how this is true with more broader mediums like the Internet or with giant search engines; however, I cannot see the importance when considering things as minute as the “Like” button.  Then again, I am not an expert on this subject, nor am I at all knowledgable when it comes to software; therefore, I don’t know if I can assuredly say whether I agree or disagree with Manovich.  I’m sticking with both!

Writing for Alison.

Writing’s a funny thing. It’s expression and insight and emotion and fulfillment and hurt and LIFE. Through the course of writing for this class — of exposing the root of purpose behind language — I am able to articulate my thoughts and feelings more effectively in everyday conversation. You want to talk meta? Let’s talk meta. You want to know my opinion? I’ll give you my opinion with substantive reasoning and support. You want to say that a tweet isn’t an argument put forth by the tweet-er? Lies, I’ll show you.

The blog prompt for this upcoming week comes with perfect personal timing: “Post about something writing-related on your mind.”  Alison is on my mind. It’s been ten years since we lost her, but she gave us 16 years of beautiful memories. The 20th of October is always a hard day. This year, a decade later, I tweeted about Al. I read the many Facebook posts by friends and family members about her kind heart. I liked the photo on her Mom’s wall.

We’re changing and evolving, but the dialogue continues. Writing adapts and transforms with us. Writing helps us remember.

My life has been blessed by YOU my little freind,

Your faith and understanding, never seeming to bend.

Your years in numbers are that of a teen, 

Your reliance on God, far deeper than I’ve ever seen.

Your courage astounding, an example to us all,

For whatever God’s ask, you’ve answered His call.

Your strength a reminder of what God can provide,

By your willingness to share, and not run and hide.

You’ve reminded us all that this, a temporary place,

Is just a glimpse of God’s amazing grace.

Through prayer and petition, you’ve done your part,

Sharing with friends, weighing heavy on your heart.

You’ve fought the battle, a brave little soul,

Never doubting at all, your Heavenly goal.

My hero and inspiration, a priceless gift from above,

Your heart overflowing, with His power and love.

Our freindship unique, between young and old,

And secrets forever, never again to be told.

You’ve etched in my mind, your beautiful smile,

Completing my days, making them more worthwhile.

Thank you dear friend, for the joy you’ve given me,

A special place in my heart, forever you’ll be.