Wednesday, March 25, 2009

There are no conclusions here.

Yesterday I did something I haven't done in a while--I went out to see a concert for bands that I had never heard before. I feel like this recalls back to ye olden days before MP3s and even before CDs--when bands actually had to tour to get their fanbase established. It seems strange to me now that people would go through so much effort to find out when tours were, when today the music scene is just an internet race to see who Panicked at the Disco first.

Indie rock has become much more accessible, which I think is great--but now Indie has become a genre in and of itself--the music all begins to start the same, despite the fact that the term "indie" technically means that it is music produced on an independent label (that most likely would allow more creative rein). So many bands now spring up, knowing that they can eliminate the middleman and build a fanbase online without having to hire someone with the connections to book shows right away, I think it sort of dilutes the pool of talent.

Some would argue that this is the "mass of mediocrity" effect of the internet, but it actually takes a lot more now for a band to become popular and be lucrative. Like anything else on the internet, only things that are particularly noteworthy or interesting (not necessarily for lofty artistic reasons) catch the public eye.



I thought it was interesting that for each of the bands that played, the first search result on Google was their Myspace music page. I kind of forgot it existed

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Technology-->hermits

So I noticed myself doing something technology-related today that I realized was very sad, because I'm sure I'm not the only person who does it.

I got a nice, chatty email from one of the leaders at an organization I used to volunteer for, inviting me out to coffee over Spring Break to catch up. I starred it so I could deal with it later, not because I didn't have time then, but because I just didn't feel like having to respond to an email thoughtfully. Most of my emails are strictly informational--things like Facebook notifications, academic and club listserv messages, advertisements--none of which I have to act upon, or even really think about. I can just passively read about what's going on, and it's not as if anyone would feel ignored or offended.

The advent of social networking allows us to see what's happening in the lives of our friends without actually having to talk to them. Email listservs and the CC function allow us to recieve information in a similar way. None of these are new technologies by any means, but I wanted to open it up to you all--does technology make you more or less social?

It depends on personality, of course, but it just really dawned on me today with my response to that email, because I realized that I tend to do that with personal emails, and they often get forgotten as my inbox fills with more and more stuff. It's counterintuitive, but when I go on Gmail, I'm not expecting to interact with people anymore via email. Chat has replaced that for me. I wonder if this trend will continue, and using email for personal notes will seem odd to everyone.

Or it could just be me, and my slow descent into allowing the internet to consume my life.
(I just got Corel Painter over the weekend so I'm trying to learn how to use it...)

Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Attention Span

As I'm coming out of a four-day stint of studying almost constantly for my midterms this week, I'm feeling a little drained. It's hard to pay attention to any one thing for more than a few minutes. I know it's just because I'm tired, but as I was trying to beat my staticky brain into thinking up a blog post, I wondered: isn't this what has been happening to Americans for years now?

Our attention spans are just shrinking. First it was because of the mind-numbing, formula-bound television that just didn't require us to think. Now, the internet feeds us snippets of information, whatever we want to know. Admittedly, it's a more cerebral activity than eating chips and watching terrible Full House reruns, but our tolerance for waiting for the right information is quickly decreasing.

I remember when I would ride the bus to high school and keep flipping through my iPod's shuffle function--I couldn't just listen to a song in its entirety because I would get bored, or I would think of another song in the middle of the one I was already listening to. Or, think of how the average student does his or her work--homework on WebAssign might be up in one tab of Mozilla, Facebook in another, maybe Gmail or Youtube in the third--we're not really paying attention to any one of those things, and so it takes much longer to accomplish anything.

Whatever is the most entertaining will grip us, at least for a few minutes. Most of what's on Facebook or Youtube really isn't that entertaining, so we've conditioned ourselves to tune out whatever doesn't grab our attention within the first few moments.

This pattern of only paying attention for a few minutes at a time is really damaging the way we work. Reading an entire blog post is stretching it sometimes. It's easier to just get the gist of things from an RSS feed, even if it's truncated. Did you even read this far?

Tuesday, February 24, 2009

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Here are my favorite blogs! I actually am not a very devoted follower of most of them, but these are the most memorable of my many years trawling the net.

I think that these blogs are successful because of their content. Many are funny, like the defunct Marmaduke Explained, but they all keep their audience coming back somehow, with things to engage the viewer, like Ze Frank's dozens of quirky internet games, the writing prompts from VW, or the sarcastic personality quizzes that first brought mewing.net to fame (that one is more of a quasi-blog, since it predates the blog craze and has more elements of the personal website).

It might just be my personality, but I have found that I return to some blogs or websites just to sift through things I remember years after I know they've been discontinued or gone on hiatus, as many blogs are wont to do. For example, Marmaduke Explained hasn't been updated since September 11, 2008. It's sort of the equivalent of Facebook stalking, except that blogs were around much earlier than Facebook and the content is usually of a much better quality. Each post obviously requires some effort, so it's more like a sort of...interactive magazine, in the case of blogs that also have many other features.

It took me quite a while to get all the screenshots uploaded and hyperlinked, so happy clicking!

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

Online Dating

I can't say I've had personal experience with it, but I've been sort of a passive spectator while people I know have entered into online relationships. It's a bizarre construct--the anonymity of the internet allows people to have the courage to approach someone with a cute photo or similar interests on a dating site, or even, with MMORPGs (massively multiplayer online role-playing games) someone with a high level or rare items.

I can understand when people meet online, find a connection, and decide to go on a date in person. That's basically the equivalent of a classified ad in the newspaper. What I'd like to discuss here is when the physical aspect isn't there at all--when people meet online, and their entire relationship is based on online interactions.

It's easy for that to arise out of MMORPGs. Many players invest so much time into games like World of Warcraft, Second Life, and Ragnarok Online that they develop a group of online friends, and just like in real life (though to many, games like that essentially are "real life"...personally, I don't quite get it since I've never experienced it) some relationships become romantic. People can go on online dates--playing games against each other, or watching movies "together" with torrents or on Youtube while chatting with each other. Some MMORPGs even offer the option to get "married" to another player. Come to think of it, Facebook also has that option, and also offers the means for online couples to get to know each other's friends and family.

A lot of the inhibition is gone without face-to-face interaction, so online couples may know more about each other than they would reveal to their real-life friends or family. Really, it only increases the incentive to become more and more immersed in online life.

I can see the appeal, I guess. In some ways an online relationship is just easier than a real-life one. If you have a fight, just X out of the window. But I don't think an online relationship can ever truly offer all of the aspects of real life. Physical interaction--not only sexual, but just everyday interactions like a hug or a hand on the shoulder are very entrenched in our human psyche, so I don't think it's very healthy to completely abandon that and live life completely online.

(I was going to try and find an article on the psychological effects of online dating, but so far all I've found is cheese. I'll keep looking.)

Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Technological throwback

I thought I'd elaborate more on a topic that was discussed in class, because I feel like I could definitely "post 250-500 word items" on it.

Vinyl.


vinyl, vinyl, everywhere, vinyl, vinyl...um...in my hair? grody.

In case you've been too busy downloading Super Mash Bros. or A.C. Newman from torrents or Limewire and haven't heard--word on the street is that vinyl is cool again, despite the more widespread popularity of CDs and digital music.

Everyone has an opinion on it, whether they love it, hate it, or want to make bowls and ashtrays out of it. I am one of the third group.

I appreciate vinyl for its aesthetic, tangible aspect. Yeah, the sound quality is better, but I'm a person who doesn't really care about HD television or Bose headphones. It's nice, but I'm not enough of an audio- or video-phile to really care--and then again, I never grew up with vinyl. I like the immediacy and portability of digital music. Whether or not the quality is superb, I'm still going to do a little dance (hoping no one notices and thinks I'm a bit loony) when "Guilty Pleasure" from my own guilty pleasure, Cobra Starship, comes on my iPod while I'm walking to class. The main reason I like vinyl is for the art. Call me shallow, but it has that trendy, vintage appeal that's been growing in popularity over the past few years. It connotates a sort of knowledge of what came before, "back in the day" when none of us were actually alive. And that's cool now, I guess.

There is one fact, though, that no one can dispute:
It looks really cool on my wall.

PS (for the discerning viewer)--The Pulp Fiction sleeve above is actually a video laserdisc.

Sunday, February 1, 2009

Fausto the Filler Fish

So as I'm writing, my roommate, a mutual friend, and I are all "doing homework". My Facebook Online Friend count is rising, as it is wont to do around 10pm on a weeknight when everyone in the dorm is procrastinating. Hence, my "Working Out" playlist is interrupted only by the "message recieved" pops of Facebook Chat and the occasional buzz of a text message.

I think the only living thing completely unaffected by technology in my room is my fish, Fausto.

We all love Fausto, and his ability to fill up the page.

The purpose of this blog is to talk about New Media Frontiers like Facebook and Twitter, etc. since they control my life, and the lives of many other college students. Seriously. The mutual friend just said that he needs to buy sneakers for the gym, to which I replied, "Let's get some shoes," a la Liam Kyle Sullivan without even thinking about it. It's a little bothersome. But this first post is really just a test run to see if everything works. Apparently pictures do.

My friend just chatted me asking when a good time would be to go to the convenience store together. My reply-- "NOW! ZOOM!"
I'm feeling a little stir-crazy from being plugged into my entertainment all the time, and from staring at calculus homework for what seems like approximately ten years smushed into however long it's been since dinner. And tonight the moon looks like a smile.