Winter
One thing that lacks about Facebook and Twitter is the limitation of characters and the general... discouragement of elongated thoughts and expressions that blogs (such as Livejournal) once offered.
Aside from the snow, and the activities that come along with snow (and cold), winter offers a certain kind of silence. Aside from the hiss of steam from a neighbouring high efficiency furnace, winter gives a certain kind of silence offered only when there's the muffled sound of tires hitting the ice and snow, ice and feet, crunching on similar matter. Sitting outside, in the dead of night, there's no ruffling of leaves, no ambient sound from a nearby coffee shop or outdoor parlour. You're left with only the sound of your thoughts. And then, when you're lacking in the devices that steal from your otherwise wise opinions (your smarthphone), you're then contemplating... life? Sound? Thoughts that you'll eventually add to an electronic device?
Blogging brings about a personality that can sometimes lack a filter. That brings about a person who isn't garnered by a picture or a tagline. Raw thoughts. When there's a lack of "news" stimulants, you're left with who you are, your thoughts, "on paper".
I often wonder how the children of tomorrow will express themselves. If you take away the youtube, the facebook, the vimeo, the twitter, the tumblr, the stumbleupon, the reddit, the countless other obsessions that steer the mind through countless irrelevance and obsessions, what do you have? "In a world..." that attempts to rid itself of paper, pen and other mediums, self expression is often too difficult to express, to the masses, with more words than a few.
And the strange part about all of this, is that "I" write for an audience. These thoughts are not even my own. It's most likely my personality that seeks acknowledgement or acceptance from my peers, and even though my soapbox is small, it will always be a soapbox. I envy the people, sometimes, that can divulge their opinion and sentiments only through pen and paper, and not through an open forum, such as this.
Aside from the snow, and the activities that come along with snow (and cold), winter offers a certain kind of silence. Aside from the hiss of steam from a neighbouring high efficiency furnace, winter gives a certain kind of silence offered only when there's the muffled sound of tires hitting the ice and snow, ice and feet, crunching on similar matter. Sitting outside, in the dead of night, there's no ruffling of leaves, no ambient sound from a nearby coffee shop or outdoor parlour. You're left with only the sound of your thoughts. And then, when you're lacking in the devices that steal from your otherwise wise opinions (your smarthphone), you're then contemplating... life? Sound? Thoughts that you'll eventually add to an electronic device?
Blogging brings about a personality that can sometimes lack a filter. That brings about a person who isn't garnered by a picture or a tagline. Raw thoughts. When there's a lack of "news" stimulants, you're left with who you are, your thoughts, "on paper".
I often wonder how the children of tomorrow will express themselves. If you take away the youtube, the facebook, the vimeo, the twitter, the tumblr, the stumbleupon, the reddit, the countless other obsessions that steer the mind through countless irrelevance and obsessions, what do you have? "In a world..." that attempts to rid itself of paper, pen and other mediums, self expression is often too difficult to express, to the masses, with more words than a few.
And the strange part about all of this, is that "I" write for an audience. These thoughts are not even my own. It's most likely my personality that seeks acknowledgement or acceptance from my peers, and even though my soapbox is small, it will always be a soapbox. I envy the people, sometimes, that can divulge their opinion and sentiments only through pen and paper, and not through an open forum, such as this.