Which came first the recluse writer or suffocation by mass media?
It took one hundred years for everyone to have a telephone, fifty for a TV, twenty five for a computer, ten for a cellphone, and it now appears to be cannibalizing itself so that by the time you purchase a computer and an internet connection, the next gen, which is a thousand times faster, is scheduled for its release next week.
Since we now exist in a some sort of superfast information technology whirpool, I think its only fair to bring up the fact that we aren't actually getting any smarter. Are we getting more savvy? Oh sure, and more accustomed to high speed thought? But really how complex is that new thought, because personally I catch myself having my inner monologue resemble this: Need internet, need email, email internet ok, need TV, TV noise soothing, ooh Colbert, resist urge to look at porno, why what's wrong with porno, nothing I just have better things to do, facebook, gmail, bbc.com, what's that word?, wikipedia, craigslist, facebook, look at picture of self existentially on facebook, and such and such.
Seriously at times I feel like a gerbil: food pellet, water bottle, sleep under shavings, run on wheel, food pellet, look at self in reflection of cage existentially...
This is why I am going to miss Salinger, why I miss Vonnegut,why I miss all the voices. When your mind began to gerbilize you only had to remember that the inside of your head was more powerful than the world around it; the truest form of rebellion is in there. That your life and thought process are a million times more powerful than any Intel chip. And that there are others out there who also think that training your mind to be a well-oiled system of pulleys rather than an explosion of thought is a terrible terrible thing. We lose them and they are not replaced.
Mind you I am writing a quasi-political lament on my internet blog while my facebook is open in the other tab, but pay no attention to that. All Holden Caufield did was yell from the inside of his head that everything around him felt like garbage, that he wouldn't go along with the robot thought process. That's all I'm doing, that's all we can do. So today, when you walk around, just for JD, say fuck you to everybody inside of your head. It totally works.
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