Wednesday, January 12, 2011

With no apologies to Marshall McLuhan

Right now I have, in my filthy little electronic hands, a copy of the new DVD, out this week, "The Social Network." I was going to see it in a local movie theater, but they are so hard to find, in the areas I used to live, in fact one of the movie theaters actually had a fire and then closed ... I never got around to it. But now I have it. So that's progress.
Anyway, before my idea of the neighborhood called Facebook is forever changed by the watching of this movie, which, if I get around to it this week, will in fact be reviewed: I thought I'd make a point or two about important, really really serious things I need to say about my own Facebook life.
Such as, boy, you really get an idea of what Marshall McLuhan, the famed media critic, was intending when he wrote, in many, many different ways, that we can't understand our world until we understand our media better ... on how, as an extension of ourselves, we all need to get better educated on the whole electronic trip, or we will be swallowed whole by the same.
Facebook, like all social media functions, are our masks, unveiled. So then, when we use it, we are completely naked to everyone. We need to get wise, maybe even get licenses, training even, before we go out and use it. Because it's like fire, a Promethean thing, and we better understand it better, or else, we may be victimized by sticking our necks out to give a glimpse of our lives, and most certainly give everyone our personal information, when we should have known better.
Also, sorry if anybody was hurt in the making of my social media empire, my little fleet of the damned, all of you former high school buddies, lost loves, poets, artists, bleeding hearts, all of those who say they "like" or "dislike" me, who posted on my wall ... as I posted on theirs ... and so on.
Okay, that should do it for now. Soon, I will actually watch the film, "The Social Network." The trailers looked both funny and scary. I might even watch the additional features disk, to make sure I grasp it the best that I can ... and so on.
~ Douglas McDaniel