Since it’s the season for giving, I’d like to satirically write up some conclusions for that op-ed you need to finish. A cool way to crank out that “think-piece” before your deadline is to pick a topic—reading, driving, talking, pet-grooming, bedazzling, whatever—and say social media is making it less real, deep, true, meaningful, authentic, soulful, or whatever else makes you feel like a better type of human than the automaton masses.
First, we’ll need to ignore those articles that present research in a balanced and non-sensationalist way. Instead, start with your conclusion, snag a hyperbolic headline from your editor, and cherry-pick a small subset of research to make the point you think will get the most hits, likes, comments, and high-fives.
Next, try to pass off an irrational and unsubstantiated fetishization of what you deem “real” as instead a simple, nostalgic appreciation for retro, vintage, slow, and disconnected. Seriously, IRL Fetishizing is like cat-nip for much of your reader base. And then people like me will link to it exclaiming how research says otherwise—how we remain disconnected in many ways and that disconnection being fetishized isn’t even disconnection in the first place—but, no worry: that just means more hits, troll-style!
Oh, and make sure your readers know you are wealthy by mentioning your Cape Cod or European vacations, but don’t bother questioning how being able to opt out of certain technologies is, in part, a byproduct of that privilege.
Okay, I’ll start here, and it’d be fun if you all could add some more in the comments.
Do E-Books Mean the End of Knowledge?
When I found myself packing those books at my Cape Cod summer home, running my fingers over the textured covers, I was reminded that ideas have weight. Real, physical, weight. You can literally feel the ideas in the small of your back as you strain to lift the boxes. What will it mean when a new generation can only conceive of ideas as light? When their legs never wrench and quiver under the demanding substance of the book, when thoughts cannot register as pounds on a scale, it is not just our bags that get lighter but maybe, just maybe, our brains, too. Indeed, when life is all ones and zeros it makes every one a zero.
Are Smartphones Really Dumbphones?
I remember making calls on rotary phones, the substance of the rotary on my fingers, the circular motion each number commands from my arm. What is friendship if not that same sort of circularity? A “smart”-phone call today is hardly such a moment but instead just a series of taps, jabs, and “pokes.” The playfulness of the rotary is replaced with something more demanding, even violent. No wonder talking to each other hardly seems worth it anymore.
Why Digital Photos Will Kill Us All
Before (anti)social media and those digital cameras found in the hands of all those people who have no business calling themselves photographers, finding an image of my yacht was something of a voyage itself. When photographs were paper they had a soul, a life, and a death; the paper degraded, the colors faded, the edges bent in reminder that life itself isn’t meant to last in digital perfection, but die scattered and unused in a damp basement. As I look out at the sea, I think we aren’t surfing the web, but drowning in it.
Bonus! Someone even made a silly video about this, which I assume/hope is also satire.
Are MP3s Is Spotify the End of Music?
As quickly as they came they left; mp3 files might not be as easy as streaming music, but I’ll miss the feeling in my hand as I dragged files from one digital folder to the next. The smell of the hard-drive whir. The slowness of waiting for the files to copy imbued a sense of patience into music. Watching the “time left” countdown gave me occasion to contemplate; to think about how that digital-compressed mp3 sound was always more warm than the too-flawless Spotify stream. It is too bad kids today will never get to experience handling that “coverart.jpg” file. They’ll never lovingly organize and reorganize their ‘Music’ folder, forever a lost art. You can listen to a song on Spotify, but you’ll never truly hear it.
See how easy this is? Now it’s your turn! What other topics can we give a lazy, digital dualist, IRL Fetish conclusion for? Cooking? Directions? Memory? Protest? Dying? Be sure to work in Twitter-bait like, “Web 2.0 has ensnared us in a web too pointless, oh”…okay, someone else finish that one.
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Friday Roundup: December 7, 2012 » The Editors' Desk — December 7, 2012
[...] This week the cyborgs have cooked up some suggestions for that end-of-year op-ed you still need to crank out (oh, and you will need to get cranky before you start writing…), [...]
The “Either or…” Dilemma | Lessons in Learning — December 7, 2012
[...] recently read an satirical article/blog post by Nathan Jurgenson, “Is the Internet Making Op-Ed Writers Lazy?” A tangential question: What is the correct word for pieces of writing on blogs? Is it an article? a [...]
Benjamin Gleason — December 7, 2012
Is Twitter the Death of Conversation?
I'll let you in on a valuable dinner I learned at the French Laundry. Picture the scene: 50 guests celebrating the end of a glorious career at a certain San Francisco institution, enjoying our Bordeau, Drake's Bay oyesters, and Point Reyes blue cheese. At the end of the night, our host decided we simply *must* share a story about the guest of honor. More wine was procured, secrets were dished, tears were shed. By the time I looked down at my watch-- not my phone, mind you-- six hours had passed and my mouth hurt from smiling. You may be able to detail your narcissism via Twitter, but you'll *never* share stories.
whitneyerinboesel — December 7, 2012
i can never resist a decent "turn this line into something" prompt....
Facebook Friendships Destroy Real Friendships
Suddenly, as I boarded my plane to come back from the Hamptons, I realized we hadn’t *really* been friends since spring. Friendship is about faces, not Facetime, and certainly not Facebook. Friendship is about faces in the same places. Her attempts to share her summer on the Cape with me were hollow words, empty images, nothing but throwaway digital gestures; it meant nothing at all that we were constantly on each other’s Wall. It didn’t matter that she “Liked” my photo of the Ecstasea II’s new mainsail; if she’d *really* liked it, she’d have left the kids with Marty and the au pair and come down to take that sunset cruise with us, like we’d talked about in May. Nor did it matter that she sent me such a long, worried Facebook message after Sterling’s terrible birthday gala. The pain of that night came rushing back: I’d worked so hard to get those Olys flown in from Washington, only to have the whole soirée—and Sterling’s Burberry tuxedo shirt—ruined when he sliced his lip open on the first damn oyster. And where was she? She couldn’t *really* care from Osterville. Sterling needed three stitches, and we had to consult with two plastic surgeons before they could promise he wouldn’t have a scar. Scars are *real life*, and a real friend would have been there. Real “face time,” not Facebook.
It wasn’t her fault, though, not really. It was Facebook’s. The sinister lure of Web 2.0 had ensnared us both in a web all too pointless; oh! how I missed my friend. Our friendship was dead, gone, had been blowing away like so much summer sand, and I’d been too intoxicated by Facebook’s soma—by the giddy whirl of being Liked and Shared and Commented upon—to stop and notice. Sure, we’d still be neighbors back in Beacon Hill. But we’d have to start all over again. We’d be strangers.
David Banks — December 7, 2012
More on 'Do E-Books Mean the End of Knowledge?
What does it say about us, as a society, when we brag about the lightness -the unbearable lightness?- of our reading devices? They get thinner and thinner, but they will never be quite thin enough to give us paper cuts will they? That beautiful pain that burns your fingers and allows blood and ink to intermix, bringing us irreducibly close to the subject matter. And what of the 13-year-old's national past time: drawing penises in the margins of boring textbooks? What kind of Brave New World will we be living in when textbooks are clean and seemingly untouched by the human id? The heat of the CPU is false- it is dead and cold.
Recipes
Before Lotus 1-2-3 was even a glimmer in Jonathan Sachs' eye, your grandmother's apple pie was a target for computer scientists. Asking for a recipe used to be an opportunity for deep conversations with loved ones. I love my mom's 48-hour garbanzo bean and kale confetti salad. She found it in a magazine that is no longer in print, and now she keeps a photocopy of this recipe in a filing cabinet in her home office in the folder labeled, "Family/Holiday/Food." Before we owned computers, I would call her and recount our last visit, before she would go to the filing cabinet and read the recipe to me over the phone. We would talk about how much we loved going to her favorite Broadway play last Christmas, and we might even have time to plan our annual summer vacation to a small Oregon vineyard owned by a family friend. Sadly, since my mother has uploaded this recipe to allrecipies.com we haven't shared that moment. Instead of talking to my mother, I stare vacantly into the cold glass of my iPad and listen to Best of the Left as I begin to massage the kale leaves and prepare them for their first Himalayan pink sea salt bath. I speak to my mom a lot less now, and I miss her. She's busy with her role as the chair of the board of the New York philharmonic and when I am not at my law firm, I am working in my studio, creating tasteful nude oil paintings of 20th century world leaders. There was a time when cooking was a family affair, but now I'm just surrounded by devices.
@adpaskhughes — December 7, 2012
Can't add anythin to this but I think the silly video you allude to isn't meant to be satirical, and one of the comments on it could quite easily sit here:
"Incredible and inspiring. The disconnect between the lovers is palpable and tragic, and the handing of the polaroid picture from the lady to the man, was a powerful statement that challenged today's social media driven exhibitionism: who are you taking pictures for / for whom is this memory to be preserved? the coldly amusing digital era, or the flesh and blood at your side?"
I'd also have thought the director may have attempted to question some people's responses if it was intended satirically (he replies to comments). That is, unless he is the postmodernist satirist par excellence.
Jathan Sadowski — December 7, 2012
Personally, I like my op-eds to be about a miracle technological solution to some problem ailing the world.
Generation Gamification
Gamified work places, schools, bars, and even government will make us more productive, smarter, and sexier. People used to say, "There's an app for that!" Well soon (thanks to my startup) we'll be able to say, "There's a badge for that!" The Millennials already have a leg up for harnessing the amazing powers of a gamified life. So unless the older generation embraces the amazing power of gamification, we can count on them becoming obsolete.
whitneyerinboesel — December 7, 2012
Pinterest Is Ruining Art
It may not be polite, but someone has to say it: Even if you steer clear of all the rubbish on Etsy, “pinning” a Van Gogh is not the same thing as hanging a Van Gogh in your study, and it never will be. Your “board” is not the Guggenheim, nor is it the Met. You can “pin” until your eyes cross from staring at your sad little screen, but it won’t earn you a PhD in Art History; in fact, I’d be astounded if anyone learns anything at all about art from “pinning.”
Maybe that’s why I need to spell this out: if it glows all by itself, *it is not art*. Art has to be placed, or hung—never “pinned”—just so in a room, and lit carefully by a sensitive expert with superior aesthetic judgment. Real art lovers know this, because they spend their time at gallery openings; they don’t waste their time playing at being cultured on the Internet. Either turn off that device, go to a museum, and learn something, or just delete the word “Art” from the title of your silly little hobby. You clearly don’t know what the word "Art" means.
David Banks — December 8, 2012
For the Andrew Brietbart's Ghost-worshipping crowd:
Mitt Romney, before the election was stolen from him by a Socialist/fascist, had warned us about the Chinese hacking into our computer systems from counterfeit Apple stores. He was silenced for telling that kind of truth and now we know where everyone's cyberbread is buttered. It is obvious that Nobama has kept all of the world's remaining Blackberries for himself and will be forcing everyone to use his welfare Obamaphones so that he can use them to find the guns in your house like Batman did in The Dark Night.
I'm not afraid to say it: Mitt Romney was silenced because he knew that the dictatorship of the Obama regime wants to throw us back into a third world country where we will not have healthcare or guns. Instead we will just have our Obamaphones that do nothing but call the government departments that do not do anything BECAUSE WE ARE NO LONGER THE MOST POWERFUL COUNTRY ON EARTH.
Jay @hautepop — December 8, 2012
Two just in from the New York Times Style section:
"Farewell To The Feminine Hand"
"It was the day before my daughter's high school graduation and I thought I'd treat her to a manicure at ___'s so she could pick up her summa cum laude diploma with pride. Imagine her mortification when the manicurist commented on her OUTSIZE THUMBS, and declared that painting such monster digits would cost double. Whysoever could this be? I had to investigate. It turned out that my daughter - the most popular girl in her class - had been sending up to 300 text messages - short notices on the mobile phone - per day. While glad she was so very socially-engaged and supportive of her friends, this one-handed work-out had quite destroyed the elegance of her former elegant pianist's hand..." ---
Oh hang on, this has already been written:
http://www.dailymail.co.uk/health/article-106561/The-thumb-tribe.html
-- "Having received over $1000 in graduation gifts for her exceptional results, I gave my daughter some Parisian notelets curated by a chic pop-up in the West Village to help her compose her thank you letters. But though her sentences were clear, courteous, even witty, I was dismayed to find that she communicated them in a hand that was frankly rather crabbed. "But mummmy," she cried, "Whoever writes things these days?" I was shocked! - as was her 85-year old aunt at receiving a missive typed in Helvetica 12pt..."
Oh hang on, UMBERTO ECO has written that one:
http://www.3quarksdaily.com/3quarksdaily/2009/09/umberto-eco-the-lost-art-of-handwriting.html
How To Train Your Internet Friends « notiziario internet — December 10, 2012
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[...] Pause and the rest of the op-eds about reconsidering our relationship with Web technology is that most of those op-eds are unbelievably stupid. They worry about the tech instead of the people. Computers are inanimate (so far). We are [...]
How To Train Your Internet Friends « MattsLens — December 10, 2012
[...] Pause and the rest of the op-eds about reconsidering our relationship with Web technology is that most of those op-eds are unbelievably stupid. They worry about the tech instead of the people. Computers are inanimate (so far). We are [...]
How To Train Your Internet Friends | PJExploration — December 10, 2012
[...] Pause and the rest of the op-eds about reconsidering our relationship with Web technology is that most of those op-eds are unbelievably stupid. They worry about the tech instead of the people. Computers are inanimate (so far). We are [...]
How To Train Your Internet Friends — December 10, 2012
[...] Pause and the rest of the op-eds about reconsidering our relationship with Web technology is that most of those op-eds are unbelievably stupid. They worry about the tech instead of the people. Computers are inanimate (so far). We are [...]
The Digest – December 16th, 2012 | LPV Magazine — December 16, 2012
[...] Nathan Jurgenson’s on “Why Digital Photos Will Kill Us All:” Before (anti)social media and those digital cameras found in the hands of all those people who have no business calling themselves photographers, finding an image of my yacht was something of a voyage itself. When photographs were paper they had a soul, a life, and a death; the paper degraded, the colors faded, the edges bent in reminder that life itself isn’t meant to last in digital perfection, but die scattered and unused in a damp basement. As I look out at the sea, I think we aren’t surfing the web, but drowning in it. [...]
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S.A.A. — March 27, 2013
"Pilfering Photographers Ransack Cape Cod!"
I recently returned to Cape Cod after a European vacation. After the hustle of the Paris shows and those long three hour lunches and Maxim's, imagine my anticipation at a return to quiet walks on the shore, where I could contemplate the latest Joan Didion novel and watch the shore birds search for morsels in the surf.
Alas this was not meant to be. On my first morning stroll I witnessed several people with *cameras*, taking *pictures* of the surf, sand, and shorebirds on our beloved beach.
A scandal! The pleasures of the shore being captured on film for all eternity to be taken somewhere else where others could learn about our private location.
I then observed them taking out notebooks and making notes about the shore to read later!
This was too much for me, I had to pull out my cell phone and document their behavior to show the county sheriff. Thank goodness we had those cameras installed in the lifeguard towers to watch the beach. Now we can track down those people taking precious photographs and notes of our beach and get them back.
Thank goodness this will be under control before I leave again for the Hunt next week.
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The Introvert Fetish » Cyborgology — August 30, 2013
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Cyborgology Turns Three » Cyborgology — October 26, 2013
[…] David Banks: It was a great year! The popularity of “Fuck, I Need More Swear Words” caught me off guard but I hope it got a lot more people thinking about the potential for changing everyday speech at this particular historical moment. I also really enjoyed the conversations around “Can We Make an Anti-Racist Reddit” and “Time Traveling in Troy, New York.” I was a little disappointed that my Pumpkin Spice iPhone post sort of fell flat, but I still believe deeply in the design potential of seasonally spiced telecommunications devices. My fellow Cyborgologists also really hit it out of the park this year with Robin’s “Further thoughts on negate social action“, Jenny’s “Social Media Ecology” Whitney’s “The Introvert Fetish“, Sarah’s work with The State’s Murmuration Festival, PJ’s work on Burning Man (1 and 2), and Nathan’s very special message to p-ed writers. […]