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The Internet is Boring

Yes. Sometimes, too much is just too much. How can you effectively prioritise (or digest) when an endless, vast swamp—admittedly composed largely of baboon shrieking, chest-beating and effluvia—is at your fingertips? A sprawling landscape of noise and data and distraction, to numb you, desensitise you, program you, mind-fuck you, turn you into a stupid, drooling, hypnotised bot with no thoughts worth expressing…

The Internet was kinda good when everyone wasn’t on it. Before the establishment realised what a fantastic crowd control tool it was and declared that everyone should have access.

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Brave And New

I said recently in an email that I thought Huxley had it nailed—the most effective form of oppression isn’t force and violence. It’s privilege and comfort. Make the prison cell a luxuriant one and they won’t complain. Mostly.

But I’m not sure it’s 100% there, actually, because so many people these days have the weary, joyless resignation of utter defeat rather than ignorant bliss. I think this expanding technology, heralded by the Internet explosion since the Millennium, for all its addictive, compulsive, habit-forming qualities—this surfeit of neverending distraction—is not, in truth, a very happy addiction.

Things used to be more fun, folks.

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Everything Old Is New

I sometimes wonder if my growing disinterest in contemporary culture & entertainment may be that inevitable process by which a person in mid-life attains the venerable status of old fart. The stories of this are endless and apparently mostly true. Take the 1960s. I wasn’t there to remember all this, but evidently the old farts in their droves attacked & dismissed the likes of the Beatles for having unsightly long hair and making an ungodly racket.

(I still don’t understand the hair bit. Pre-1967, the Fabs had the same hairstyle that was worn by Moe Howard of the Three Stooges since about 1930. This has never struck me as the least bit radical.)

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Life Etc

Right, so where is my own life at? This has been a rocky week for me, to be honest. Knowing Martin was in hospital and unlikely to be going home again was a very dark cloud. On Monday night, too, I started to feel the emergence of a cold/flu bug that was in full flow by Tuesday. Overdosing on Vitamin C has probably helped to blunt the edges of it a bit. Today I feel pretty blocked-up and I’m sneezing a bit, but overall I don’t feel too bad.

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