I’m not exaggerating. Stay with me on this one, if you will.
The following sequence combines historical events with my projected future.
In 2004, Mark Zuckerberg invents “The Facebook”. College kids productivity levels plummet everywhere.
Literally.
My mom is on Facebook. Yours is too (trust me, she is). Read more
This site is a lot of things (see: Bad).
One category it is not: a music blog. Although I am music obsessed, there already exists a plethora of amazing music blogs floating about in the Blogosphere. I fully understand that I have nothing new or valuable to contribute.
Except possibly for today.
Alex Ebert of Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros has recently started a new side project, Alexander (fitting enough). Alexander’s first track, Truth, although quite different from Edward Sharpe, is every bit as good.
Ninety nine percent of the time, when I need a new song fix, a quick search at The Hype Machine will give me exactly what I’m looking for. As of the writing of this post, this particular song fits into the 1% exception pie slice. Enjoy.
No matter how hard I try, I consistently fail in persuading some of my closest friends to adopt social media. Although the vast majority have at least created a Facebook account (there are still the chosen few who refuse), many of these do little more than collect e-dust. One post per season is a lot to ask from many of my BFFs. I’m guessing you’ve got at least a few friends who fit this mold as well.
It would be fair to assume that because my closest companions either rarely or never use social media, my interest in its use would be diminished. After all, Facebook feeds me my friends’ activity. If my friends are largely inactive, what’s the point?
In theory, this would make sense. In actuality, the theory fails miserably. I don’t “check” Facebook, because checking is something you do periodically (i.e. “Billy, go check the mail”). I am “on” Facebook (i.e. “Billy go camp by the mailbox, aggressively rip the mail out of the postman’s hands, read it, and then immediately go back on the lookout”).
So what’s the appeal? Read more
