Archive for February, 2007


New Role Models in the Online Realm

A friend of mine (Rachelskirts) blogged about her the coincidences of her life and the lives of some of her blogging role models. While coincidences are always fun, the thing that really grabbed my attention was this idea of having role models in the digital world.

I guess, given my research of the video game and learning and other forms of digital literacy, I shouldn’t be surprised by this trend. I have made connections, deep emotional connections, with people online whom I have never met, but I have never considered looking toward these people as models for my life.

As we enter the next generation of the digital age, Web 2.0 it’s been called, I think we will see an increase in this sort of thing. As people become more and more integrated with the internet, as more people continue to blog, spilling their hearts, minds, and tears on to the digital pages, there are certainly going to be a number of teenagers and children who will find someone with whom they connect and emulate that person here in the digital world, much like teenagers and children already do in the “real” world.

“Real.” As I typed along, real is the word I chose to delineate between the Internet and the physical. With the increasingly personal nature of the (ironically) impersonal Internet, has the line between the traditional concept of “real” and “virtual” become blurred? The Internet is quickly becoming an online agora. Facebook, Craigslist, Ebay, MySpace, Second Life, and many others are the market and meeting places many are using, and many more are using every day. Why shouldn’t children, teenagers, and young adults find their role models and mentors in these digital forums? It’s an interesting idea, and it’s one into which I plan on looking.

A Rock and an Island

Simon and Garfunkel – “I am a Rock”

A winters day
In a deep and dark December;
I am alone,
Gazing from my window to the streets below
On a freshly fallen silent shroud of snow.
I am a rock,
I am an island.
Ive built walls,
A fortress deep and mighty,
That none may penetrate.
I have no need of friendship; friendship causes pain.
Its laughter and its loving I disdain.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

Don’t talk of love,
But I’ve heard the words before;
Its sleeping in my memory.
I won’t disturb the slumber of feelings that have died.
If I never loved I never would have cried.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

I have my books
And my poetry to protect me;
I am shielded in my armor,
Hiding in my room, safe within my womb.
I touch no one and no one touches me.
I am a rock,
I am an island.

And a rock feels no pain;
And an island never cries.

I don’t really think I could say it better.

-g4m8i7

Freud may have been on to something

So, it’s long been understood that Superbowl halftime shows suck. It’s a fact of life. My personal theory on the subject is that since the commercials are so good, the halftime show sucks to balance out the universe. You can’t have too much good in one sitting while watching TV.

Getting back to the topic at hand, I find the current Media trend of oversensationalism to be rather amusing at times, but generally, I think it’s just ridiculous. Take this AP Wire article for example. It was horrendous enough that the networks made us listen to Prince (much less Prince playing Foo Fighters!). The Media, perhaps were a bit more unhappy than the average Joe, have decided that Prince’s silhouette guitar solo was a bit to phallic for their tastes. Since when does the modern media call something too sexy? I suppose Janet’s little malfunction caused some tightening of the collective media sphincter, but come on, media! Sometimes a guitar is just a guitar.

-G4m8i7

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