This is exactly what is wrong with people/The Internet.
If your goals on Tumblr, Instagram, etc. are simply to gain followers - just that; not due to your creations, work, etc. - then I really do believe that it might be time for some unplugging, and reevaluation.
It’s 2013 and people are stumbling into ridiculous amounts of attention because they take a selfie every day, and photos of their feet. Folks invest more time in their laptop or cell phone than they do in their real lives, and real friends, curating an aesthetic that matches maybe their ideals, but not their reality.
I’m not trying to be overly critical, but it’s worrisome. Hell, y’all, I use this shit, too, but there’s a certain amount of self-awareness that I believe needs to be present. I think my life is awesome, and I think I take decent-to-maybe-barely-above-average-photos, and if you want to see that, then come on down to my Instagram. But, if you’re out there trying to “get a lot of followers and reblogs”, then, it seems, that should be enough of an indicator that you’re doing it…life…wrong.
That being said, and also to create some balance and recognize that the Internet can be awesome, here are some radical folks doing and making some radical shit, using the Internet as a platform by which to display it. Cheers to that, all day, all day.
There are plenty more, but I think these people should merit your attention.
Tumblr is fun, and it doesn’t have to be anything more than a fun place to curate fun photos of fun things and fun opinions. I can’t overstate that enough. It’s fun. It doesn’t have to by anything but fun. Fun, fun, fun, fun, fun! Most of you don’t want it to be anything but fun. A fun photo of yourself. A fun photo of a dish you made. A fun photo of an adorable, slobbery dog. That rules. I want to see all of that (hopefully photographed well, but). That’s what ten-second uploadability (not a word) is all about. Chipped your tooth when you were wasted and trying to nail that kickflip that you could do ten years ago, but now you’re 30 and significantly less…everything? Sweet, show me that shit on Instagram right now. See something outside that you deem photo-worthy, and want to show the world? Well, fuck yes, that’s why it’s your Instagram. Go right on ahead with it. If it meets the varied demands of folks who follow your feed, I’m sure they’ll like the shit out of it. That’s what’s fun about all of this: you find yourself around common-minded people.
But, Jesus, this who fame thing is getting out of hand. People think you’re pretty? That you’ve got a nice face? That you can dress yourself? That’s awesome, and it feels good to be told that. But there’s got to be some balance. Demonstrate your talents, too. Make your Internet space a valuable one, and not just something that you bastardize because you take a GPOY every day. Be “famous”, if you must, with reasonable cause, and not just because you’re “_______ from the Internet.” You absolutely can be famous simply because you’re “______ from the Internet”, but, the world needs a bit more humility, and more individuals who bring something credible and/or substantial to the conversation. Blogging from your bedroom in your parents’ house, on the laptop that they bought you, or with the iPhone that they pay for every month, to me, at least, negates whatever contributions you are attempting to make in the areas of knowing anything about anything the areas of reality.
I can’t stress enough how much I don’t want to hate on people, and how, to me, this is more of a social commentary than anything. Go and make your real life better than your Internet one, is all I’m saying. And hey, if you’re doing just that, then show us along the way.
End rant.Edit: I am well, well aware that this is spam. All that does, however, is perpetuate the point I am trying to make.
One of my favorite records, ever, ever.
King of the world.
Bill Callahan - Small Plane
About My Life: A Mini-Series.
I’m living in Omaha, Nebraska, as of maybe six weeks ago. That’s pretty neat.
Bike rides and records and, while I’ve got it, a few more weeks of America’s pastime.
I do brunch on Tuesday’s with some terrific new friends, and have recently rediscovered rock climbing. Also my cat is still just really wonderful.
I’m working on my words, though not as frequently as I’d like to be.
Trying to ween myself away from the Internet, and my cell phone, and the parts of my day that I spend needlessly invested in things that require an outlet. I say ‘needlessly’ so as to avoid the anonymous confrontations regarding the illusions of modernity.
I miss my family, a lot, lately. That’s been maybe the only sadness I’ve felt recently.
Things are good. I’m a pretty happy guy, these days, thanks.