This Burden is Uniquely Ours. (Part I)

Andrea A. Lunsford and Marvin Diogenes define writing as “a technology for creating conceptual frameworks and creating, sustaining, and normal performing lines of thought within those frameworks, drawing from and expanding on existing conventions and genres, utilizing signs and symbols, incorporating materials drawn from multiple sources, and taking advantage of the resources of a full range of media.”

In my [technologically disadvantaged] attempt to create content that “evokes [writing] as epistemic, performative, multivocal, multimodal, and multimediated,”  I give you this:

WE ARE NOT A LOST GENERATION WE ARE AN EXPOSED ONE

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naked-ness? complete-ness? open-ness? new-ness? self-ness? else-ness?

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Thoughts from/about other people’s thoughts.

“You have not known what you are–you have slumber’d upon yourself all your life;
Your eye-lids have been the same as closed most of the time;
What you have done returns already in mockeries;
Your thrift, knowledge, prayers, if they do not return in mockeries, what is their return?
The mockeries are not you;
Underneath them, and within them, I see you lurk;”

-Walt Whitman [Leaves of Grass]

“Do anything, but let it produce joy.” -WW

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Millennials are the first generation to come of age during an era in which the internet has encompassed nearly all aspects of daily life. As Millennials are being thrust out into the “real” world, the “real” world is becoming faker—more digitized and impalpable. Everyone is on the internet and everyone knows that everyone on the internet. Given the large audience, poor state of affairs and the abundant platforms on which to express their feelings, people did the logical thing: They talked about the problems in the world, specifically those facing Millennials.
Prominent scholars and writers penned articles about the star-crossed generation. Networks broadcasted TV shows about Millennials. All the while Millennials flocked to Facebook, Twitter, WordPress blogs and other Internet locales to tell the world about their plight.

No other generation faced this as they entered adulthood.

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….We’re naked in front of a computer, a tablet, and a smartphone and we’ll be that way for as long as we live. Our shameful issues, our glorious triumphs, and our ignominious defeats have been and will continue to be shared around the entire world day after day until our deaths. This burden is uniquely ours.

-Matt Saccaro [Thought Catalog 3. IV. 2013]

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i want your life to be better because i’m in it

excerpts from CRUNK JUICE, thoughts and poems by steve roggenbuck:

THE MOON IS
QUIET I LOVE
YOU THE
SAME WAY

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EVERY TIME I READ CARPE DIEM
POEMS I DO SOMETHING I REGRET
i feel pain for everyone who lives

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changing my facebook sidebar message to something else so i can
submit the current one to a literary magazine

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HI. IT WOUDL
BE COOL
IF YOU WERE
ONLINE

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THERE IS NO RESTRICTION OF
WHAT CAN HAPPEN IN LIFE

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I WANT TO CREATE SOMETHING
BEAUTIFUL
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I wrote this poem, as someone who experiences this burden that new media presents us with & all of its sublime glory and terror:

What is this burden?

What is this burden that is uniquely ours?

What is this burden that exposes us all?

We are the millennial’s

We are consumed

We are numbed

We are lost in translation

Digitized and mesmerized

Anesthetized

We seek to know our burden

That is so uniquely ours

The millennial generation

But we live this burden

It encompasses us

It exposes us

It emancipates us from ourselves

But yet we are still human

We still wonder

We still desire

We still fear

We still feel

It’s just a matter of what is real

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kfetts

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[thank you for experiencing my experience]

Please continue scrolling to view my own adaption of exposing ourselves through new media environments

This Burden is Uniquely Ours (Part II)

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In my [technologically disadvantaged] attempt to create content that “evokes [writing] as epistemic, performative, multivocal, multimodal, and multimediated,” I give you this:

This title is taken from a line of an online article written by Matt Saccaro on the blog, Thought Catalog. This video is a collaborating piece to a blog post under the same title. Song: My Body by Young The Giant

This is the second piece of my final work for “writing about new media,” a course I am currently taking at SUA. Please continue scrolling if you wish! Thank you.

kfetts

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Pervasive & Persuasive

A door to door sales woman came to my house just now and asked me to buy magazine subscriptions for the U.S. troops, to support her earning money for college through some sort of commission. She prefaced her request with, “do you support the troops?”

I laughed in my head because I remembered reading Noam Chomsky’s, Media Control earlier this week.

“Well yeah, I support the troops.” I replied. (Because I would just look like an asshole if I said I otherwise) I thought to myself.

I said I was a broke college student (true) and that I couldn’t afford a subscription  (sorry bout it!) Instead of thanking me and walking away, she stomped off and “hmmfped” at me–as if I was lying, and just wanted her to go away. The latter half of that is true, yes… but what does she expect, coming to my house practically demanding that I “support the troops.” But I was left feeling like I had done something bad. Is it that I “don’t support the troops” or that I didn’t contribute to this girls education? Either way, she made it clear that she was unhappy with my choice.

Media does it again; it’s a game. Propaganda, in the form of sales: it’s a con that consumes us all whether we realize it or not. I feel invaded, I feel a little bit manipulated, but most of all, I now “don’t support the troops.”

Thanks, sales chick who went from nice and cheesy to bitter and rude.

kfetts

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Quander This:

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Noam Chomsky: Media Control, brings forth “the spectacular achievements of propaganda”

So…

“propaganda to democracy is what violence is to dictatorship”

are we/the media or authority/democracy “manufacturing consent?”

“democratic accountability for corporate criminality”

what is selective perception?

coverage of war: WORDS. how should the media use them?

should we be paranoid?

Is it time for a media revolution?

perhaps,

kfetts

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Probing: What Are Media? A Tribute To MM

what are media?

do they feed our criteria

do they sleep in their electronic stations

do they fulfill our digital infatuations

do they make up their own abbreviations

world wide web is the www

television is the tv

a performance within a performance

extending our senses

amputating our perceptive fences

pervasive, invasive, superabrasive

what are media?

capitalist propaganda

the devil wears prada

selling our sexual drive

media are the dull knives

that anesthetize and organize

our digital dominate lives

cutting into our senses

to numb the criticism

to invite the narcosis

and hypnotize the humanism

leaving us to our devices

those lonely vices

what are media?

mind-fi enhances wi-fi

it retrieves social interaction

and obsolesces normal conversation

dissects daily dialogue

reverses the tribal man:

he is the cosmic man

in the global village

lost in translation

drowned by the vortex

of the digital gods

and the new media lords

weakened and softened by the strength and roughness of the new era.

he is addicted to the galaxy that imposes this new literacy of media.

one that was written in 1963–

kfetts

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The Media Lords

Are out to get me. I feel like this is a problem too far out of my reach, that I just have to sit back and allow myself to laugh a little bit.

I sit in class today, reminiscing on how far I have come as a blogger, as a “writer,” and social media advocate (convincing myself I am all of those things, anyway) and THIS TRAVESTY happens…

As of today, my WordPress- hosted blog site http://www.teencerebralpalsy.com that I created about four years ago– is down. For those of you who don’t know me, it is my baby. I cherish it, I take pride in it, and I revel in its world-wide influence for struggling teens. It has transformed itself into a resource for some, and support group for others. But even in times of aid– a faulty blog, it still remains. So immediately I reported the mishap, but I am at a standstill here and must wait for my techies to give me feedback. How odd. I feel as if this is a sign I should not be hosting so many blogs/media platforms…is it? Maybe…  Maybe I am a victim of my own influence, or identity as a blogger, whatever that means. I am listening to a song called Irene, by a soft indie band called Beachhouse and the chorus goes….”It’s a strange paradise” about 10 times over. Do I need to let things take their course? Apparently I was meant to create this blog only to see the demise of my other one. The world wide web truly is a strange paradise and I am attempting to live in it. All of this cyber-space crap is coming at me in real time, but I will not take it!

Stay Tuned–

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kfetts