SOCIAL MEDIA CRACKS, POTHOLES AND LOOPHOLES

Before the heydays of computers, you should realize that before your so called notion of the heydays of computers, there was a different kind of a set of heydays of computers.  The real big difference is that the innovations that were only dreamed before are now very possible.  Before when we were kids (the 80s kids generation), some of us were quite happy with the simple TV and the Radio.  We also had the Family COMPUTERS, which we sure have not realized that the working class already had the PERSONAL COMPUTERS when we were just busy playing FAMICOM  or THE ATARIS.  Inside our blockhouses, the suburbs we didn't need to keep caring about the personalities on Mainstream TV.  We go out into the fields, exploring some things not found inside, experiencing things firsthand.

Now it seems some folks have gone afraid of the outside.  They want to blow it up like it's something we didn't need to see.  Hahahaha.  NUCLEAR  everything, BOMB that place.  It seems that we have shrunk ourselves inside four-walled environments we safely called and culled our OFFICES.  And before one can have that kind of security, having an office to go to everyday to deem as if one is really working, or to the factory, to the market, to wherever things or services were sold.  The trading of things , the barter of goods and services which seem to keep some of our heads keep turning.  

In just a span of around forty years, the NETWORK has gone from just an angsty movie to the real NETWORK thing.  Satellites and towers were drawn up to connect each other, to connect people with each other.   Cellphones,computers, countless technological accessories were available almost for free.  

The wonderment still exists to where or to which generation owns this time, this place or that.  The 20's generation sure did have something different in their minds, the 30's generation sure do also have their own,  the 40's sure was more colorful than ever but is shown in black and white,  so was the 50's generation where it still is somehow vague , grey and obscure, the 60's generation made the world a little more frightening and peaceful, the 70's generation more colorful, the 80's in technicolor, the 90's ultra colorfully rough, and the new millennia became a little more dumb and whiny on my perspective.  Hahaha.  Do you agree?  Now the question now shouldn't be from what generation, age , time or place are you from?  What CHANNEL are you in now?   What NETWORK?  Am I making sense, am I making sense to you/

Hahahaha.  Well I should stop analyzing our own activities.  It seems though that because it apparently is so, I shouldn't have to keep emphasizing the wonderment of it.  Nobody needs to talk about how it is so that we keep blaming how and why this happened.  We really did really needed it apparently that's why.  A great number of us does anyway especially those who were engulfed inside the CROSS OF COMMERCE, TRADE,   and everything.  Because of SOCIAL MEDIA, I was able to stalk people first hand rather than having to keep hearing about them on the NEWS.  Especially the celebrities, local, national and international.  We can almost talk to them firsthand and see how or what they are doing. Or we get to know our LEADERS really well, more than ever before.  We get to know the things they wish they hadn't done before, and the people they were clearly associated before.  As kids, to teenage years to adulthood, we were able to see more of them than how we see or perceive ourselves.  That it became really apparently shameful how we needed to know more of them than ourselves.  And when we started to keep knowing more about ourselves, our place, our own environments, our communities,  we were branded NARCISSISTS.  Hahahaha.

How we really did found it funny before what we really found funny and interesting now.  Now we can not stop how this somehow has ruled our lives.  But we sure did learn how to follow through.  We learned who were among those who was more delusional or more obsessive about things necessary and unnecessary.  It really is wonderful.  A wonderful world.

STRANGER THINGS INDEED

Strange things started happening a long time ago.  I did not want to dig in into the details but it is so.  I am afraid it is so.  And I will have to keep seeing it as things that I will have to accept as something that makes sense.  And though it seems that it didn't matter at all, when in fact it does.  The moment I feel things go strange, I always find a way to keep swerving or just accept it as it is.  Because I believe that things will eventually get unstrange for lack of a better word.

It's like something that you can almost always do naturally at a certain age, at a certain point in your lifetime.  Something that you don't need to do out of curiosity anymore, or something that you wouldn't have to keep reasoning about.  

There's this point in an architectural activity where one realizes that he or she don't need to keep learning about.  The way one student of architecture need to keep doing to not feel estranged.   And there will be a time eventually to decide.  The process for which one needs to do to engage and practice what he or she has learned beforehand.  Something that 's done as a student collectively will be considered useless at some point, or even rendered unnecessary.  And one wonders why do we have to keep going through that.  But hey, there's a difference. 

GET READ OFF THIS AND THAT

I don't understand.  Were you keeping a diary? Haven't we been blessed enough to start being
sensitive to that kind of thought?  What were you doing, writing a book? What happens now if every remark that you hear became sort of a tort?  A sardonic whisper, a sarcastic thought?  Would I end up dumb and stupid?  Is there a need for you to do so? Was it even necessary to point that out? Have I been so close to you to make it forgivable enough?  Have I been so predictable and imperative enough to deserve that kind of treatment? Have we been too close enough to tolerate  such behavior? Is there a need for you to change your ways?

Do you want to hear it or would you rather much prefer to read about it?  Would it make it safer?  Would it be more thoughtful if you see it, hear it?  Or wouldn't it be better if you just feel it?  And if you felt it, would it be real, would it feel real? Would it feel true?  Truer if you you see it, hear it, and feel it?

What happens now if every word you hear from this day forward are nothing but confessions?  Confessions of things that gets a little too sad than before.  Or happier when it feels brighter.

Did I talk too much?  Did I?  Have I said too much to you? Tutu to you... Hehehe