Monday, June 14, 2010

not a secret in sight

i'm not in the mood to pretend at secrets: i love the internet.

i find great entertainment and joy in combing through the annals of the asinine and oddly specific to find bits of surprising humor and macabre intrigue. (ed. note: that last article is earnestly bookmarked on my home computer in the "important information" file.)

online social networking seems, to me, mostly important, but only insofar as it provides a powerful platform through which one can develop and redevelop relationships with meatpeople via extremely droll quips and harmless shared information. the white noise created by hyper-intimate and self-indulgent facebook/twitter/fourfuckoff updates neither contributes to nor denigrates my online experience, but it does make me question why i spend so much damn time on the internet. this place can be as intensely depressing as it is wildly amusing.

ultimately, however, i am here (and here, and here) because what we have at our disposal is an incredible tool that amplifies and accelerates daily life and thought in a fashion that we can - yes, we can - dictate. were we having this conversation with our faces, i might emphasize the word "tool" (stop being a child).  as with any other instrument, we are the agents acting upon it, manipulating it to best serve our ends, whatever they may be. creatives will create, scientists will science, men who find joy dressing up in intricate horse makeup and flexing about their backyards on videotape for later upload to youtube will flex.*


the internet is, at its simplest, an instrument to facilitate more sophisticated communication, to catalyze relevant grass roots movements, and, crucially, to archive invaluable information for, like, the rest of time. it is a medium, not a message; olds who fear we will all one day walk hoverboard around sporting virtual reality goggles whilst neglecting the material world about us are hilariously fulfilling their prophesied role as lovable, curmudgeonly old coots with too much time and an increasing dread that the world is moving on without them.

i may be a fool or an optimist and probably both, but i like to think that the fundamental value of our digital universe lies in its utility towards preserving and advocating on behalf of a physical world that does suffer, deteriorate, and perish.  the clemenceau case is categorized as a "lost film."  gone. forever. born of a time in which any archive was as fallible and doomed as the human hand maintaining it. there are scores of silent era films that join clemenceau in utter obscurity, and beyond films, books, poems, epistles, paintings, blue prints, missions, lives. and there are scores, increasing in number, that appear through the shit-stained haze of a wholly destructive human history to be saved, after all.

i love the internet for enabling cultural salvation as much as i hate the internet for surely dooming us all (here is where i would have linked to any number of truly terrible, awful, no good very bad fuckstupid websites reporting on "celebrity newsgossip" or "your fashion sucks" or, i don't know, "the drudge report"). ultimately, though, i have faith that for every 4channer getting his rocks off fucking with hypersensitive, overly indoctrinated comment forum vigilantes, there is, somewhere, something worth saving given new breath for the benefit of future generations.

if the ingrateful little shits ever learn to appreciate anything, of course.

now, some relevant internet links to blogs, photographs, and other shit i think wonderful, and maybe you will, too:
dudelife (because boys will be dudes)
a softer world (take your whimsy with a side of oh snap! and a pretty picture or two)
i shoot rockstars (one kyle welcomed 300 friends into his home over a single year, and he took a photo of each and every one)
jacket magazine
roger ebert's twitter stream
and a relevant photograph:

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