Ass down on a baguette

My Thoughts on Facebook after not having it for a Week or Two?

It’s poison. Smog. In theory I love it. Communication is good. Sharing is good. The only problem is that like smoking or drinking coffee it becomes an almost unnoticeable habit. Facebook doesn’t cause cancer but it will fill you with anxiety and slowly twist your thoughts to the point where you don’t remember what it’s like to not have facebook. It’s like a permanent mental winter. You forget what it’s like to wear shorts and be able to go outside in just a t shirt. You forget how happy sunshine can make you. I spent a lot of time on facebook but I didn’t realize how much until I got rid of it. I would instinctively check it after I deactivated my account, up to 8 times a day. My finger would just click the bookmark. No thought. Instinct. Habit. Every funny thought I had was not a thought it was a “status update.” When I was bored in a bar but wanted to give the impression of fun I would think to take a picture and upload. That was when I realized just what was going on. Empty satisfaction. If you make people think you are having fun or doing well, then you are technically doing well and having fun. People who are having tons and tons of fun don’t get on their phone and start updating shit. People who are having an OK time and want reassurance start posting. You want people to think you are having a great time. I’m not saying there is no valid communication on Facebook. I’m saying that for me, childless me, being on Facebook meant constantly comparing my life to other people’s lives. I would see only the highlights and assume the entire world was having fun. I would look at people from high school and think “what ugly kids they have” or “he/she really went nowhere.” I would try to post things that would paint my life in a certain way. I don’t know if I’ve explained it right but I really don’t miss it at all. I’m not saying it doesn’t have valid uses, but for childless people who don’t play farmville all it seems like is an open constantly connected channel to the part of your brain that tells you how fat you are, or how everyone else is having fun but you, or how much better you are than these people… or how good of a poop someone took… which I am not completely innocent of… 

It was an easy and convienant way to keep in touch with friends and family, especially in my situation where I live in a different country. I abused it and it clouded my head. I just have to make an effort to communicate with these people in real time or at least wordy and personal emails. I like not knowing everything about everyone. I like talking to someone and not knowing what they ate today or where they went last weekend or what shows they’re watching. There’s so much more to talk about in a real and rewarding fashion. I’m not trying to snob out but I really feel like it’s a good thing, for me.

I realize the irony in sharing a large wall of text claiming that “social websites are shit and people share too much” on a socialish website.

It’s that time of the month…

Time for Bon Iver fans to rag on Kanye for the collaboration…..on Bon Ivers Facebook fan page. The biggest insult seems to be how egotistical Kanye is. How egotistical is posting your disapproval of a strangers choices on their Facebook page under a post where the stranger says “So honored to be apart of Billboard’s No. 1 Album of 2010.”

I’ve highlighted the spelling mistakes. I can’t spell for shit but pointing them out makes the people seem stupid and it gives an indication of how hastily they probably typed this out in their frenzy of disapproval….”Oooh that Bon Iver….Guuuhhhh wait till I tell him what I think about this….”

“ I love Bon Iver and Justin Vernon very much, but I’m endlessly confused about why such a talented artist would decide to participate in an album with Kanye West. Justin Vernon, I hate to hear your music stepped all over like that.”

“One of the greatest artists collaborating with one of the worst. I know it’s good to help those less talented Justin, but you are going above and beyond the call of duty.”

“Bon Iver, absoloutely amazing. Thats why i struggle to see why you would contribute to the album of this egotystical, racist, talentless fool. I love listening to the Take Away stuff in Paris, really pure, and special, and then you decide to collaborate with Kanye West? I know it wouldn’t be for the money, or the fame, but that doesn’t really leave much else. I do not understand.”

“ It was unpleasant for me to hear my favourite track of 2009 turned into something so crude at the hands of the most arrogant character in popular music. I can however understand why as an artist you chose to do it.”

“you’re talented, but Im still dissapointed you worked with such a throughly untalented “artist”.”

“Dislike. Justin you sold out dude. You would have got the attention you deserved. No need to coloborate with the biggest jackass in all of music. poor poor form my friend. It’s called integrity as an artisit. Get some.”

“I don‘t want Justin Vernon’s music associated with artists that base their talent on throwing around how rich they are, or artists that litter their lyrics with “bitches” and “nigga”, I am a hipster? If THAT makes me a hipster, then so be it, I guess I am one. I find it sad when a society deems someone “pretentious” because they actually want legitimacy in music that claims to be talented. Let me go shoot myself for being a goddamn hipster.”

How did this work before the internet. Did Aerosmith get handwritten letters about working with  Run DMC.

“Dear Mr. Tyler, I’m writing you to talk about something serious…..”