Friday, May 8, 2009

Between Marzipan and Mayhem

When the title came to me earlier, I thought it was an inspiration. As it turns out, it was a sneeze. And the only thing in my case worse than a stuffy nose is an empty head(and, actually, they often seem to travel together in the HOV lane on the Human Highway).

I noticed the other day it seems the 'killer app' for Twitter has already arrived and, here's a surprise (NOT), it's porn (GASP!). Or, technically, MORE porn. It can't be just me as a new twit (need to work on designating recent members with a cooler name), but everyday I have at least one note from someone who wants to "follow" me and when I click on their name linked to their account to return the favor, their account is usually 'suspended for suspicious activity' and I'm admonished 'to mosey on along now, nothing to see here...' Not being the sharpest spoon in the drawer, it took me a few of these notices to suss out what had happened.

I'd read a long time ago, when books were fashionable and kindle was what you did with fire, which was a recent invention, by the way, that VHS, or video home system, as that format was called, pretty much was established when porno producers discovered you could transfer feature length movies to a single VHS tape as opposed to much shorter, if not better fidelity and resolution, home betamax tapes. Wasn't the first time quantity had overwhelmed quality.

We've seen the same type of economic model evolve on the Internet, although 'see' isn't intended to suggest a personal voyeur or a voyage, for that matter. Not that any of us knows anyone whoever goes to any of the hinky websites, of course. Those places all make boxcars of money from other people, living in another dimension, most of whom are even now it seems, based on recent activity, joining Twitter.

I've often wondered what all this march of technology has done to the sale of raincoats. I, too, believe in 'let a smile be your umbrella if you want to gargle snow.' And I also believe that Marzipan and Mayhem would be a great name for a band , except as it turns out, someone else thought a part of that idea would make a better name! Gesundheit.
-bill kenny

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