Reflections on a Month without Facebook
blogDisjointed fragments towards an essay on Facebook.
Disjointed fragments towards an essay on Facebook.
We are all Nathan Barley now. What once was satire is now generally acceptable. Idiotic memes disperse to become the new advertising. What provoked ridicule is really cool. Everyone twitters into the ether, replacing words in sitcom titles with the word “knob”. Everyone posts their photos on Facebook and their videos on YouTube: we are all “self-facilitating media nodes” now. Despite this, Social Media Week is still a phrase that makes lips curl with derision for the majority of the population. For most of us, social media is an adjunct to life not a thing-in-itself.
Today I saw my old nod pal for the first time in two years. He was distributing Christian flyers next to the statue of Donald Dewar on Buchanan Street, said hello, and took the opportunity to ask me if I believed in God. I hemmed and hawed, muttering something about being an agnostic — embarrassed by my lack of interest in spiritual matters. In return, he gave me this terrible clip art flyer depicting a pretty accurate version of my life (apart from the football):
I made my excuses to my nod pal and went to see the decadent sex comedy, Horrible Bosses. It was horrible and reminded me that I make a lot more mistakes than forgetting the big G.
Paul Ford is fast becoming my favourite columnist. Check out his lament on the social media addiction of newspapers: Facebook and the Epiphanator: An End to Endings?
Getting statistics on the number of podcasts downloads in iTunes.
The recession has seen an exponential increase in the number of buskers on Glasgow’s Buchanan Street, including — see below — pre-teen trio of boys playing the James Bond theme tune in the style of anti-folk and this charismatic accordionist: