Robert (gurdonark) wrote,
Robert
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the gentle seeping of weblogs



I read a five-year-old weblog entry, to which lots of people commented. I thought how this used to happen often. Now, though a few of my LiveJournal friends still gets lots of comments, most of us work in a sparser climate.

The changes in weblogs in just five years intrigue me. I still find a weblogger or two or speak of weblogs in near-religious terms. By and large, though, weblogs have joined books as old technology. During the height of the Livejournal craze, though, I thought the craze was a bit like 24-hour dance marathon. I envisioned a time much like today, when the dance floor would be less crowded, but the music carried on.

I looked today at twitter, as I do most days, and realized that I was not following someone I thought that I was following. So I re-followed that person. I like that in twitter, following and un-following lacks any of the high drama that used to attend LiveJournal. LiveJournal drama reminds me of the woman I knew in high school who felt that any criticism of the band Aerosmith was a direct personal slight to her. Now that I think that of it, long ago, I had a LiveJournal friend who felt slighted if anyone teased her about her Beatles fandom--as if her self-worth was bound up in religious devotion to a pop band.

The LiveJournal unwritten rule I understood least is the rule I will summarize as "My View is Always Right". If a weblogger demonizes an employer, say, for mildly suggesting that showing up to work on time is good, then a comment must never say "that's rough that happened to you, but I can see where your employer is coming from" but instead one must say "Satan! (S)he is Satan! I cannot believe ANYONE would be offended just because you show up two times a week at 11.30 a.m. instead of 9 a.m. After all, you have a LIFE!". This unwritten rule does make a little sense, because nobody wants to write a weblog in which all the comments are "eat your vegetables" and "I completely understand why all your nemeses despise you". Yet it is amusing how much a social media can turn into a cheerleading network.

Now it's easier. On twitter, I follow a few DIY authors. They are freed from the constraints of human courtesy. They can just tweet promotional materials all day long, as long as anyone will follow them to read it. On Facebook, meanwhile. people share odd memes of either a political or feline slant, not realizing,apparently, that the main purpose of the meme is to attract traffic to the original poster's site for commercial, internet-ad-related reasons.

Speaking of eating my vegetables, I listened to interviews with vegetarians on NPR the other day. I liked the ones who suggested that anyone can have a vegetarian meal once in a while, and it helps incrementally. I think that is my plan--not to forsake being an omnivore, but to continue eating a vegatable-matter-only meal once in a while, like the veggie patty sandwich at Subway.

I stayed up late Monday night creating a song from samples by C. Reider, as part of the www.disquiet.com weekly junto project. The theme was creating derivative material from Creative Commons material--a common practice for me. My computer was uplugged, so I had one
crash in mid-stream when it ran out of power. Finally, though, I created a song. The Junto artists tend to be very non-linear and abstract, with less use of traditional song and melody conventions, and a fair bit of atonal material and intriguing electronics. My odd little electronica romper-room dittys never sound quite right in that company. But I like to join in sometimes. I was really glad to use my Linux computer and Audacity to finish a song. I need to sort out Audacity a lot better. I miss the Magix thing about being able to grab a sample with one's cursor and drag it around. I have not figured out how to do that in Audacity, which instead has a more command-line thing where I tell the cursor where to move the sample.

Yesterday the weather turned cold--50 degrees. Last night was forecast to hit a record low.
I like the way the colors pop on darker Spring days.

northern mockingbird 320 breckinridge park april 23, 2013
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