Wednesday, July 2, 2008

You've been tagged!

You know, tagging photos has always been around. You know what it used to be called? Writing names on the back of an actual fucking PICTURE! Pictures that would end up as part of a gigantic collection of embarrassing snapshots spilling out of a shoebox that's been in the back of your closet for 11 years. This level of control and autonomy is extinct. Cyberspace is the shoebox now. Somewhere, on somebody's electronic bulletin board, there's an image of you with a P.B.R. in your hand, with a haircut you're going to regret, doing something that's going to keep you from getting that teaching job you've been pining for. Or worse, maybe your parole officer is going to pay a visit to your facebook page, and see all the photos you've been tagged on, one of which is a shot of you beating up a crossing guard with a needle hanging out of your arm. SWALLOW THE KEY! It's all fun and games now, kids, click it up. But you'll regret it. (Whispering) You'll regret it...

4 comments:

Chuck D. said...

Wow, what an insightful and entertaining blog. You really seem to have nailed a fundamental truth about the effects of technology on the culture at large, and yet have managed to frame the larger issue in an entertaining way. Magnifique! Someone in town, preferably one of the higher paying outlets, should hire you immediately to write whatever you want about whatever you want. Kudos! YOU FOR MAYOR!

ChloƩ Cooper Jones said...

I am the only person who has tagged you in photos on facebook. So, thanks a lot. I tagged you in good photos. No needles hanging out of your arm. I also have pictures of you in shoe boxes and polaroids that aren't scanned in and shown to the internet at large. Sometimes people tag people in pictures because they want to show others that they care about this tagged person. I tag you in pictures because sometimes I want other ways to say, "I have fun with you. Remember? Remember this thing we did together?" That doesn't mean that shoe box photos are extinct and that certain moments aren't kept private. This is just an added layer of memory-keeping. Jesus, I'm supposed to be the luddite, not you.

Chuck D. said...

The Luddites were a social movement of British textile artisans in the early nineteenth century who protested – often by destroying mechanized looms – against the changes produced by the Industrial Revolution, which they felt threatened their livelihood.

This English historical movement has to be seen in its context of the harsh economic climate due to the Napoleonic Wars; but since then, the term Luddite has been used to describe anyone opposed to technological progress and technological change.

The Luddite movement, which began in 1811, took its name from the earlier Ned Ludd. For a short time the movement was so strong that it clashed in battles with the British Army. Measures taken by the government included a mass trial at York in 1812 that resulted in many executions and penal transportation.

The principal objection was to the introduction of new wide-framed looms that could be operated by cheap, relatively unskilled labour, resulting in the loss of jobs for many textile workers.

NERD ALERT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

annie h. said...

Somewhere, on somebody's electronic bulletin board, there's an image of you with a P.B.R. in your hand, with a haircut you're going to regret, doing something that's going to keep you from getting that teaching job you've been pining for.

get your sample spoons out of my mindbrains.