my nose; oh, how I wish you weren’t crushed under the weight of 10 tonnes of nasal trauma.
Kinda doesn’t remind me of Nature Anthem as much as that Miike Snow “Animal” video that was cooler than the one that’s up on YouTube now (with the Tron-lines n’neon stuff) but it’s kinda amazing what 12 year old kids are doing with digital files now. Ain’t it Mr. Murdoch? What if the news was more free than it is now, rather than less?
But would it have a sweet techno beat? I dunno. But it could, I guess.
jrome thought you would like to see this page from the GazetteNET web site.
Message from Sender:
I’m sure newspapers printed very similar pieces when the telegraph first came to town. Why not just write a letter? By hand, I mean, and not with a typewriter, and certainly not with a word processor or heaven forbid, a com-puter.
Bruce Watson: OMG! Texting can be harmful to your brain
by Bruce Watson
?4U (LOL) RU Txtng? E1 Txts Y Not U?
Texting, the art of typing a cryptic message with your thumbs and sending it to a friend, is the hieroglyphic of our age. Bored in class? Send a TXT. Stuck in your cubicle at work? GFI! (Go for it!) Have a few lax moments before the anesthetic kicks in and your open heart surgery begins? DLMSY, d00d!!
But texting can be dangerous at the wrong place and time. We’ve all heard about people texting while driving but TMOT (Trust me on this.) Texting while driving is child’s play compared to the dangers of texting while thinking.
UGTBK, you say. But I’m not kidding. Sure, texting while driving can be fatal but anyone who would steer a one-ton vehicle down a crowded highway while looking at a tiny screen and typing out messages with his thumbs was not long for this world anyway. It was only a matter of time before alcohol, evolution or power tools caught up with such an idiot. Texting while thinking, OTOH, is the end of civilization as we know it.
Millions have started their day with a train of thought only to begin texting. Next thing you know their thumbs are typing “ZUP, d00d?” Within seconds, the thought train careens off the track. The engine levels a long line of trees. Passengers scream, emergency vehicles surround the jackknifed train cars, and the engineer is in the cab wearing a witless grin, thumbs typing out OMG, SUX! Lawsuits are in the making.
Texting while thinking can lead to other bizarre life changes. There was the student who paused to answer a text during his calculus exam at Harvard. An hour later, he finally looked up to find himself enrolled at Texas A&M. Then there was the rocket scientist who began a short, innocent text in those idle seconds during a countdown. One LOL led to another and before you could say “Blast off!” the scientist had a new career as a talk radio host.
But as dangerous as texting while thinking might be, another hi-tech habit is more lethal - Tweeting while living. Tweeting is the art of texting a mindless message - 140 characters max - and sending it to your long list of Twitter subscribers. And Tweeting is to life what oxygen deprivation is to your brain. Even as you translate these characters into actual words that form a thought, several million Tweeters are doing exactly the opposite. They are reading 140-character messages that pretend to be thoughts but are actually 100 percent intelligence free. Tweeters think they are thinking. I think they give a whole new meaning to the word “Duh!”
Typical tweet: AH OMG IMSB. (“At home. Oh my God. I am so bored.”) With a single click, the tweet is sent around the neighborhood or around the planet. And life - vibrant, flowing life filled with meaning and hope and triumph and tragedy - ends. Not only is the Tweeter now legally brain dead but his tweet has damaged thousands who, until interrupted in mid-sentence or mid-thought, had a fighting chance at a rich, productive future. Now they sit, eyes dull and void, thumbs flying, sending a reply: RUOK? MIHTMCOAN (“Are you okay? Me, I have the mental capacity of a newt.)
Texting while thinking. Tweeting while living. Both are surefire ways to turn any Einstein into an idiot. The solution is simple. If you think, don’t text, if you text, don’t think. As for tweeting, if you want to imitate the grunts of the Stone Age - why not just write your tweet on the wall of a cave? And if you can understand this phrase - OMG, TMI, LOL, IHBTTM, get professional help. Or perhaps just pick up a book BITL ¿ (before it’s too late.)