mind your Ps

pffff/ the internet is also proving that high speed virtual communication doesn't have time for unnecessary punctuation.

chat doesn't have spellcheck (unless you use firefox. why don't you try it?)
capital letters become a matter of natural selection, rather than a survival of the fittest. even i has been demoted.
and words that were once really long are reduced to a symbol, if anything. k?

i like it.
but i'll never dump my semicolon; it's the only way for me to be professionally paradoxical...

quality time

amazing how much time we spend watching each other on social networks. i'm in the middle of a local vleisbook tsunami, and don't think i exist in flesh anymore....

imagine if we used half that energy to connect with people in person. what a novel idea....

face it

facebook encourages stalking.
facebook encourages narcissism and self involvement and vanity and ego.
facebook makes YOU big brother. and everyone is smiling along softly, feeling important. at least, virtually.

virtual family

the internet does too connect people. i have proof.

besides true tales of long distance internet love affairs that become marriage (and you have to remind yourself it's the emotional connection that makes it work, not the digital one), i've seen it in real life.

example one : a sister of a friend who has repeatedly introduced herself to me as if we'd just met me, finally found me on facebook. we rallied a few words online about live music in cape town, and the next time she saw me at a gig, she was warm and familiar. see?!

and. the argument must go on...

today yaniv called me. i don't know anyone called yaniv. i heard the accent, i heard the name, i didn't know the number. so i launched into hebrew. it turns out he shares my family name (MITRANI)(for those of you who thought you knew me!) and lives in Durban. (another unmet-yet cousin?) imagine. this was skype's doing.

trivia:
i learnt something about my own lineage from this total stranger today. apparently the surname mitrani either has bulgarian or turkish origins. (remember they're not far from each other at all, and form part of the silk and semen route that ravaged pure blood across the east's middle!) mine are turkish. his are bulgarian.

just when i was saying i hadn't made any new connections over the internet. or tried.


go figure....

god versus the internet

ooer. havn't been here in a while. obviously been a lack of wit in the shitty. i mean city. but read one... this will maka yu smaaile
between one: Zane Henry and other : yours duly

the conversation went something like this. (online, mind you!)

one : "...wish I had enough conviction to forthrightly dismiss all these techno-friendship gimmicks."

*

other : "mm. i keep justifying it as a 'networking tool' (even though i haven't made any new connections through it) while i allow myself to be fascinated by our collective and respective egos."

*

other : "do you think the internet is replacing god?"

*one : "the Internet replaced God a long time ago. We were all to busy surfing YouTube to notice."

(and he waxes wordy to prove it: )

"
www.= we will worship
.com= church of mendicacy
http://- heightened textually tinged proselytisation
URL: Uber Religion Limbo "