Monday, October 20, 2014.
It is almost 10 a.m. and I have turned to Facebook because all this talk of the digital dead is making me tired and I am seeking company and relief and cute animal pictures, perhaps some intelligent discourse on the otter, to get me thinking again.
I catch some lovely hellos.
And then I am fed a Scandal meme.
LOL. I totally would have thought the same thing. This feed is delicious. That’s totally what I felt when I saw that scene.
I am #winning on the feeding, until I catch “a map of lynchings.” Great. A data visualization. Now I am overwhelmed with losing.
I return here to my essay about this non-thing that has just happened to me, to take a moment to add it to my own stream. I go back to my feed to grab the image. It is already gone. I go looking for it and, after finding a different map, I can figure where the first one came from. More clicking.
Why am I doing this right now? I cannot tell you. I see that my Facebook feed has switched itself back from “most recent stories” to “top stories.” With or without me– I cannot remember why I am here.
I keep clicking. This just in: Poor kids who do everything right don't do better than rich kids who do everything wrong.
In the café where I am sitting, my approximately twenty third favorite song of all time has come on. It’s a song that draws an analogy between the distance between oneself and a love interest and the difficulty one would have communicating with someone under the sea, communicating in a different medium.
The conclusion? “Just because it’s real doesn’t mean it’s gonna work.”
It’s a really cute song; you can listen to it while you contemplate this discourse on the otter.If you don’t remember how you got to this page, use your browser’s back button to go back where you came from.