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“Even though they text 3,500 messages a week, when they walk out of their ballet lesson, they’re upset to see their dad in the car on the BlackBerry. The fantasy of every adolescent is that the parent is there, waiting, expectant, completely there for them.”—Professor Sherry Turkle, an MIT psychologist, identifies a “poignant twist” on teenagers’ increased texting in NYTimes.com (via somethingchanged)
The idea of leisure frightens me. Despite the fact that I glorify the freedom of the upcoming summer, too much time without anything of substance going on is more unnerving than the realities of life post-graduation. I don’t need to be situated in my dream career with a dream life. I am realistic enough to know that will probably never happen even though I do believe in hard work and setting goals. Dreams consume me constantly, so much so that I often feel uncomfortable in the real world. There is a massive discrepancy between what I want to be true and reality. With that said, simply having nothing on my plate is not a position I am comfortable or familiar with and I don’t know how to process such a situation.
“Even when we try to avoid looking at screens, our eyes are naturally drawn to their flickering lights. The dazzling special effects of our iPhones and our video games stimulate our brains more powerfully than reality. Given the option of looking at the slow pace of nature unfold or the frenetic speed of a big budget movie playing on a tiny screen, we often choose the screen. […] Our visual addiction is masking our fear of feeling existence to its fullest.”—Screen Addiction, Adbusters (via somethingchanged)
“If Einstein and Lennon were growing up today, their natural genius might be so pumped up on the possibilities of the new technology they’d be doing even more dazzling things. Surely Lennon would find a way to manipulate his BlackBerry to his own ends, just like he did with all the new technology of the sixties—he’d harvest spam and text messages and web snippets and build them into a new kind of absurd poetry. The Beatles would make the best viral videos of all time, simultaneously addictive and artful, disposable and forever. All of those canonical songs, let’s remember, were created entirely within a newfangled mass genre that was widely considered to be an assault on civilization and the sanctity of deep human thought. Standards change. They change because of great creations in formerly suspect media.”—“The Benefits of Distraction and Overstimulation,” New York Magazine (via somethingchanged)
“One way to understand social-networking sites like Facebook and MySpace is to consider that younger digital natives are not necessarily being exhibitionists when they post photographs of themselves and share personal details there. Instead, these users are living a life in which consciousness is spread out evenly over two platforms: real life and the Web. Rather than feeling schizophrenic or somehow pathological, digital natives understand that these two realms divide the self much as speech and the written word divide language, a division that humans have lived with for a long time without going bonkers.”—Sasha Frere Jones in The New Yorker (via somethingchanged)
Compared to other generations, we seem to exist in a society of fractured existences. Specifically, our lives are conducted on the pretense of hyper-individuality. We all seem to draw on a number of different things to formulate a personal sense of identity rather than just draw on cultural ideals produced for the masses. The things we find life-altering or personality-shaping might even be relevant to a majority rather than a minority, but because we found them through a variety of different means and mediums, our interest in them seems particularly individualized.
All of this is to say that for true personal fulfillment, we need to look to our own cultivated personal networks. For me, that includes my childhood best friends who represent curiosity and optimism, my parents who represent stability and encouragement, and Tumblr, a network of artists, writers, musicians, designers and those interested in those things who constantly provide inspiration, embrace creativity, and stimulate the senses. In the end, by using a platform to express my own individual tastes, I have found a community in a world increasingly devoid of them.