This is the sound of my voice.
And with this, begins my journey into our world’s digital community. I’ve been fairly intuitive at recognizing new trends, music, and crazes before they hit the mainstream – but I missed all 365 days of the boat cruise with blogging. The internet and I have always had a fairly enthusiastic relationship. If our experiences were a movie, maybe the internet would be Mel Gibson from “The Man Without A Face”. But, keep in mind – the internet is not that fancy, little, cursive E that sits on your computer’s desktop.
The internet is actually what we make it. That’s the concept anyways. The inter-networking structure comprised of our thoughts, news, emotions, questions, stories, art, commerce – all coming from a variety of sources, with no one part of the network being the sole owner of the massive entity (for now).
Yes, I know – the dreaded network. That thing you curse when your computer freezes and the tops of your windows become blurred images of their former selves from your rampant clicking, exiting attempts, and ctr+alt+del-ing. That mythical creature protected by those guys who talk so condescendingly to you when all you want to do is just figure out why tmz.com won’t load – because, dammit, it’s causing you to see Kanye West’s videotaped LAX papparazzi backlash thirty minutes later than everyone else in the world.
The so-called “nerds” of the world built the infrastructure and made it as easy as possible for the laymen to join in on all the excitement. But, what good is brain with no soul? The technical components keep it alive (just existing), but the people make it live. A network. An association. Made up of individuals having common interests. Existing to provide mutual assistance and helpful information.
Never has there been a time when the human mind has been exposed to so much information. Instantaneous news alerts, opinions by the bushel, unlimited access to unheard-of books. Amazingly, we are only 20 or so years into this grandiose project of ours. Although the conspiracy-loving, authority-hating side of me says that this just gives “big brother” a better means to keep track of the hens – I think the ability to connect with the rest of the chicken coop and lay our own golden eggs outweighs any downside.
This begins my Choose Your Own Adventure -style journey into the world of internet contribution. Thanks to those who pioneered the frontier and taught us the game is to be told (and emailed, facebooked, and digged) and not to be sold – well, except for Google Ads, of course.