22nd
Mouth of the river Facebook
Clearly I’m not the first to notice, hence the Tumblr blog, but it struck me a moment ago, while staring at my facebook page, the way time and information tumble through the internet like days passing, but alternately plodding or sprinting at random, of its own accord, ebbing and flowing like a hiccuping tide. The new information is piled atop old information, and the old information flows out the bottom, stretching on into the ocean of thoughts that came before.
We log on and sit watching and creating the current. Or, as I find myself lately, idly staring at a stagnant pool of tired half-thoughts and lazy witticisms, much of it my own. It is at such moments I’m reminded of my own sparse and feeble contributions to the river as of late. Still, here are my rocks and ripples — a tired half-thought, a lazy witticism.
The internet, am I right? McLuhan would be flipping out, and he died in 1980. Can you even conceive of what will be? Of the conclusion of this technology? I can’t help knowing its both awesome and terrible.
