Wryting
Funny how the suggestion that I take heed to curtail my expression launches me into a frenzy of thoughts. The catharic nature of public expression may be a dangerous cure for my ails, but I’ll take it and damn the consequences. I picture the audience, all naked, of course, ’cause they’re at home with their laptops to keep them warm. And the bumbling Google-munchers? They stumble here and find something they like. They like to feel dirty. 50 years ago, they would have climbed a tree to see a girl unbutton her shirt. Now they check out kiddy porn and hope they don’t get found out by the feds. Then they read random blogs hoping for something titillating. Once, there was someone reading my blog who had found out about it from facebook. She said she had read all my posts. I wonder if I came across as “real.” She gave me the address to her blog, and I did the same, reading all that she had written. Later it all came to annoy me.
You ever look at my photos? The ones I have online are not hard to find. From my main page, there’s a convenient link. It was broken for a while, but I fixed it a few months ago. I thought it would be difficult, but it wasn’t. So if you don’t know me, and I mean know me, what did you get out of those pictures? Did you feel strange looking at my cousins as little kids? Did you get weirded out by the pictures of people you didn’t know? Would you consider it voyeurism to look… just to LOOK? Honestly, officer, I stumbled on that page by accident!
I like the iTunes Music Store. It’s an excellent way to find out about new artists or receive instant gratification in purchasing. Often, when I read reviews on sites like the Onion’s AV Club, I like to go check out the artists that they write about. There is no easier way to do this than the iTunes Music Store.
I also love the name of the store; it’s perfectly and absolutely factual and descriptive. I think Microsoft named their music store something like “Urge.” Okay, that’s a decent name as it describes the way that I use iTunes, but it has this aura of forced cool. Like they had a focus group of teens, and they said, tell us which name sounds coolest – The Windows Media Player Music Store, Urge, or DRM Galaxy. Lo and behold the teens picked Urge and so that’s what they went with. But how long will it survive? No one can compete with iTunes. No one can do it better (not yet anyway).
One final thought – a beach may be a public place, but that still means you have a right to not have someone oogle you with binoculars for hours. There is still a thing in this world called respect for privacy. Thank goodness.
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