Sunday, 28 October 2007

Thursday, 4 October 2007

Transatlantic New Romantic


Sometimes I can't tell if there is some big joke in England where you tell people who've left the country and return ten years later, that you don't carve pumpkins on Halloween - you carve turnips.

It could be that they're all lying to me.


Upon returning home last night, I discovered that somebody had put a vinyl copy of Kings of the Wild Frontier on my bed, covering up my school books. I promptly started to laugh, then wondered how chic it'd be of me if I threw up out of my window. Three stories makes for some interesting splatter patterns, I reckon.


I'm upset because my friend Kia is upset. Tenth of May - we're cosmic twins, of epic proportions. When boys hurt your friends feelings after asking you to help with their web design course work, is it okay to put a secret message in with their encryption applet? Ikq hnf gqlowbx pfqb) becomes You are fucking mean. I didn't want to write the source code, but now that there's a real incentive...


When you're presented with a chart of project objectives for the next two weeks, which include your roles and the roles of your group members in colour coded glory, you remember why it's awesome to have a friend with OCD and severe performance anxiety. It makes for some stylish organizational tools.

Everybody needs a Hermoine.


Tuesday, 2 October 2007

How many roads...

Right now I am moving at dial-up speeds, attempting to get together (to get her together) a bunch of resources for my co-leck-shun, and it's doing my head in, as it were, so let me stop and ponder something else.

Frank's got me thinking, which is always nice. So here I am asking myself, what is childhood in the 21st century?

Heavy words, I know. But with boys being tried as men, and the many opportunities for girls these days, the question is heavy on my mind.

One way of looking at the way we treat children in contemporary Western society could be looking at the trends of what children want as consumers. I mean, that's how we define adults -- it can't be that different, can it? No certainly not.

Game consoles, iPods and media players, cell phones, CDs and DVDs, computers and laptops, video games, televisions and DVD players, cameras... We are children of the easily accessible technology boom, where inexpensive electronics run plentiful - we might not know why it may have happened, but we know we want to be involved.

Like Victorians dressing their children as little Lady's and Gentlemen, are the trends in adult consumption of objects passed onto their children without care for their age? Perhaps consumerism, or more graciously, a love for technology, is an ageless trait. We grow up surrounded by media objects saturated in our environments - monkey see, monkey want.

There are times where I feel for many adolescents, childhood vanishes very quickly - the lines blur drastically, and as a person becomes aware of their environment and the way they effect their environment, they cease to be a child. Maybe? Maybe.

Some people, who will remain nameless to curb their already bountiful traffic, have said that today's young people harbour incredible vanity and narcissism, to such an extent that it may be actually harmful towards their development. Is this just the mirroring of their elders, or the experimentation with super-accessible media outelts? The late 20th century saw an overabundance of self indulgent narcissistic behaviour - the birth of the Star - it would only seem logical that Its offspring would be that of the Nathan Barley's and the Scene Queens.

UK society is one which is growing ever more surveillance orientated -- we're watched on cameras on tube stations and buses, in Tesco's parking lots and shopping mall floors, the foyers of night clubs and the entrances of their bathrooms, quads of colleges and 6th form hallways. Video cameras are conveniently integrated within cell phones, digital cameras and laptops. YouTube, MySpace, Buzznet, Facebook, Flickr and a myriad of other sites offer virtual communication and media sharing, letting users literally edit, format and present their lives like publishers presented features in magazines when they were still important.

With so much of ones life being recording - both passively (CCTV) and purposefully (YouTube), there is no escaping the Awareness of being. Somewhere along the way, though, it gets hyper-saturated -- being isn't enough, and it's thought it's better to Be Something, Be Known, Be Seen (Scene?).

Cultural snow machines, when natural winter isn't producing enough to cover the slopes.