Holy Christmas ya’ll, I’m busy. I’m supposed to go to a Holiday Party this evening down by the Waterfront but I’m not sure I’ll be done with work in time…Le sigh.
In any event, I had all these awesome tabs open in my browser so I could post some great things today but then my computer ate them. And now I got nothing. Nothing at all. Except…
This idea of group think and it’s obverse has been fascinating to me lately, not least because I came across this nifty little site and it got me to thinking about how social media is driving this compulsive need to be like each other, go where others go, prove you are in the crowd, win the top prize for the one who goes there, thinks that, does that more/more often/better.
Now, ifttt is cool because it’s not only a very poor man’s version of coding to some degree, but because it speaks to streamlining the things one does with social media. And social media has become this fascinating behemoth to me: something that is apparently making us miserable if not outright banal. The idea of filter bubbles is nothing new of course, but I’ll probably always be that girl in the corner who didn’t mind getting invited to the party but really only so I could stand in the corner with other smart ass, know-it-all friends and roll my eyes at the sheeple’s NEED to be part of some milquetoast group. Or at the wannbe sheeple whose only recourse was anger at not being milquetoast enough. At the time, I had more empathy for the latter. That’s changed as I’ve gotten older. It should be obvious why, but if you need a lesson on why it’s tragic to be angry that you can’t be what you hate, I’ll school you on the folly of self-loathing. If I have the time.
In any event, re-reading this piece kind of slammed it all home for me. Again. There are some ideas that I return to time and again and they make me feel hopeful again. The ones presented here do that. Because I like the idea that “sameness” is really just a dead-end. Maybe that should depress me. But it doesn’t.