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Future Generations Can’t Find Your Tweet in the Attic

August 2, 2011

After having the most amazing two days off, I rushed home to tweet the sounds of the beach and blog the chaos of Ikea. I have always been a social person; I have always been a writer. However, only my career goals drove me to logging hours on the computer in order to network and share my great wisdom with others (lesbians specifically of course). I’m not a freak, I was sucked into Facebook years ago and it’s my mains means of staying in touch. The immediacy and brief-ness of Twitter is new to me however and I’m having a lot of trouble adjusting. Social media are a very exciting way to share ideas, insight and experiences; it is a way for any community to stay connected. Like media forms have a tendency to do though, it can turn boring, commercialised and socially pointless very quickly (or slowly).

Yesterday Agnes and I went to the beach and had an entire day free of arguments, financial worries or family/friend drama. It was just the two of us again, on the road, in the sand, and stuffing our faces full of barbecued tofu. I have a really corny tradition of collecting only the swirliest of sea shells every time we go to the beach (and have done it since our first summer together). As she handed me shells I grew thankful that I still had the glass jar containing the previous years’ findings. I made sure to remember the details of the day for my blog. Then, I realized I wanted to remember this day forever. I am going to print the pictures out and take the actual time to place them in a physical album opposed to the digital sea of virtual collections that diminish over time.

This is what is amazing about old media and print. It may not be a tool of expression that can be used by all, but that’s part of its beauty. One needs dedication, drive, and a committed love to their ideas in order to be published, or on the air. Print seems the most beautiful to me at the moment, because any one of my articles in BOUND or Curve can be picked up in the future, taken out of a box and dusted off, even if my internet is down. Borders is going out of business and I found a gorgeous huge album of some sort (it’s not sticky, you can write on the pages, sketch pictures, and glue photos… but it’s not a scrap-book). I can make the book into whatever I want. Sure, I have logged onto all my accounts since arriving home, but only to remind you to develop a picture of your girlfriend and write in your Journal. Work on finding and preserving one representation of who you are that doesn’t include the internet and that will be physically present forever.

2 Comments leave one →
  1. August 4, 2011 12:21 am

    So True…

  2. August 11, 2011 8:36 am

    Very true. I love having things digital, because they’re literally at my fingertips and I can scroll through them whenever I want. But the truly cherished memories should be printed and kept in sight, so you can remember those wonderful feelings.

    Nicely said. 🙂

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