noble subtleties...no stone left unturned
How is it that in a world where globalisation & effortless efficiency reign, so many still seem beleaguered & dissatisfied with life?
Each time I turn my computer on, i feel as though i've just broken into Pandora's box & plunged into this fabricated little universe where everything takes one's fancy & everyone wanders leisurely -often aimlessly until the next networking / blogging fad becomes a world wide web phenomenon.
Don't get me wrong, i think the internet is fantastic, even magically groundbreaking! something i never thought i would experience as the typewriter was considered the most advanced piece of technology in my provincial primary school back in the Phils. - if you've touched a PC, you would have been hailed "special" - part of the elite. :o)
A professor of mine asked a profound question that i just couldn't shake; "can we even remember a time when the internet was not a commodity or necessity in life?"
Which got me thinking... it seems as though the internet is now as vital as oxygen and blogging/networking a common aspect of our second nature.
For temporary senselessness, to serve the art of laughter & to relish one's version of the good life, or for world-moving moments or whatever else an experience is worth, one hopes that there will always be someone who'll say; "I know how this feels..."
Is this why people fancy living their own publicly private corners in
cyberspace?
The galaxy of blogging is endlessly gigantic. Topics range from the complex mechanics of women's footwear, weekend rendezvous, pains of broken hearts, life at war or death in the streets. Façades collectively range from party animals, escapists, artists, critics, soldiers, musos, professors, lovers, hackers, haters, 14 year olds going on 20 or 45 year olds regressing to adolescence. Blogs are everywhere and daily, people post a little piece of themselves onto a computer screen for anyone or everyone to see.
Is blogging a manifest of a bored generation? do we do it just because it's fun? Or because, whether it be to drown in tears or to take a piece of something wonderful or fabulous, we don't want to be doing it alone?
Whatever it is, there must lie a reason why we might take the highlighted chunks of our privacy (whether we admit to it or not) & encourage the public eye to take a bite. Whatever happened to having a handful of close friends to tell everything to? Are computer screens slowly generating souls or is this a way for us to take what the world claims it has to offer and build our complex truths behind façades?
Although the overwhelming trails of thought scattered throughout the web may never make it onto volumes of educational literature or maybe even Reader's Digest; anyone's entry is worth being paid attention to - given the time.
Regardless of what is being said, there is a reason behind every gesture. Perhaps it urges us to listen to others, as well as ourselves... To consider what our body needs or craves, what our brain is urging us to contemplate, what our hearts wants us to feel - albeit complex, i believe all points to one thing - we must simply stay connected.
Being aware of what's going on in each other's lives reminds us that no matter where we are in the world, who we are, or what we have become; we are all mere human beings sharing the same senseless, messy, beautiful, twisted little world where whatever may blow one's skirt will be that which rocks another's cradle...
Despite the fact that blogs are an interesting way to keep track of lost friends, a way of observing shared or separate lives, an avenue to catch up with the latest gossip or a mundane way of reminiscing old times passed; there is still that old fashioned manner of living that does not require the help of a computer.
You are free to enjoy what you please outside of a machine, where everything is conveniently tangible. Where you FEEL the comfort of a warm hug, take solace in welcoming the sunrise in your morning jogs, where you feel the chuckles amidst friendly banters and sometimes by chance, even HEAR the sound of hearts falling in or (God forbid) out of love...
Each time I turn my computer on, i feel as though i've just broken into Pandora's box & plunged into this fabricated little universe where everything takes one's fancy & everyone wanders leisurely -often aimlessly until the next networking / blogging fad becomes a world wide web phenomenon.
Don't get me wrong, i think the internet is fantastic, even magically groundbreaking! something i never thought i would experience as the typewriter was considered the most advanced piece of technology in my provincial primary school back in the Phils. - if you've touched a PC, you would have been hailed "special" - part of the elite. :o)
A professor of mine asked a profound question that i just couldn't shake; "can we even remember a time when the internet was not a commodity or necessity in life?"
Which got me thinking... it seems as though the internet is now as vital as oxygen and blogging/networking a common aspect of our second nature.
For temporary senselessness, to serve the art of laughter & to relish one's version of the good life, or for world-moving moments or whatever else an experience is worth, one hopes that there will always be someone who'll say; "I know how this feels..."
Is this why people fancy living their own publicly private corners in
cyberspace?
The galaxy of blogging is endlessly gigantic. Topics range from the complex mechanics of women's footwear, weekend rendezvous, pains of broken hearts, life at war or death in the streets. Façades collectively range from party animals, escapists, artists, critics, soldiers, musos, professors, lovers, hackers, haters, 14 year olds going on 20 or 45 year olds regressing to adolescence. Blogs are everywhere and daily, people post a little piece of themselves onto a computer screen for anyone or everyone to see.
Is blogging a manifest of a bored generation? do we do it just because it's fun? Or because, whether it be to drown in tears or to take a piece of something wonderful or fabulous, we don't want to be doing it alone?
Whatever it is, there must lie a reason why we might take the highlighted chunks of our privacy (whether we admit to it or not) & encourage the public eye to take a bite. Whatever happened to having a handful of close friends to tell everything to? Are computer screens slowly generating souls or is this a way for us to take what the world claims it has to offer and build our complex truths behind façades?
Although the overwhelming trails of thought scattered throughout the web may never make it onto volumes of educational literature or maybe even Reader's Digest; anyone's entry is worth being paid attention to - given the time.
Regardless of what is being said, there is a reason behind every gesture. Perhaps it urges us to listen to others, as well as ourselves... To consider what our body needs or craves, what our brain is urging us to contemplate, what our hearts wants us to feel - albeit complex, i believe all points to one thing - we must simply stay connected.
Being aware of what's going on in each other's lives reminds us that no matter where we are in the world, who we are, or what we have become; we are all mere human beings sharing the same senseless, messy, beautiful, twisted little world where whatever may blow one's skirt will be that which rocks another's cradle...
Despite the fact that blogs are an interesting way to keep track of lost friends, a way of observing shared or separate lives, an avenue to catch up with the latest gossip or a mundane way of reminiscing old times passed; there is still that old fashioned manner of living that does not require the help of a computer.
You are free to enjoy what you please outside of a machine, where everything is conveniently tangible. Where you FEEL the comfort of a warm hug, take solace in welcoming the sunrise in your morning jogs, where you feel the chuckles amidst friendly banters and sometimes by chance, even HEAR the sound of hearts falling in or (God forbid) out of love...