|—||William Harwood, Dictionary of Contemporary Mythology (via unreasonableassumptions)|
The internet has allowed us to conduct a class without actually talking to each other. We are just a few feet apart, but instead of speaking up we pound away at our keyboards, keeping our comments to 140 characters or less. Now we are no longer limited by the constraints of typical speech. We can conduct our conversations in any way we want, but none of them will be truly the same. The internet gives us a sense of anonymity that brings out a different side in most people. This is a good thing for the student who spends the whole class daydreaming without opening his mouth, but not so much for the student who decides he can say whatever he wants with no consequences. We find new ways to bond and new ways to clash. New ways to learn and new ways to procrastinate. New ways of living our lives.
The assignment is to reflect on our year over the internet, so what better way is there than to reflect on our use of the internet throughout the year? At this point it’s safe to say that the web has taken control of our lives. It is the center of our work, education, and social lives. I can’t remember a time before the internet. I can remember the time before I was able to use it, but my dad has been using it for my entire life, so I have always known of it. While most of the people my age are immersed in the internet, those that are younger than us are even deeper. While I can at least remember the time when the internet was slow and was really only useful for Google, Email, and Instant messaging, my sister and her friends only know of the age of Youtube and Facebook and are used to having anything they need appear with one click, complaining about even the shortest of load times. What will happen in thirty years, when our generation is running the world? Will we ever leave the house? Or will there be a movement to reduce our dependence on the internet? It seems like we are trending towards a lifestyle where we are always connected, but never together. We’ll have to wait and see.
To be continued…
“Your place looks like the world’s fair”
Gatsby’s house must be a spectacle if it is compared with a world’s fair. I can understand that people would want to keep coming back to his house. They may love his hosting skills, but they wouldn’t come back without the spectacle that is his house. I can imagine wandering through the hallways, finding new rooms every time I visit, strolling slowly around the yard in search of other party-goers, and just sitting down and taking it all in. I have no problems living my life as is, and I feel no need to mingle with the rich and famous, but I think it would be an amazing experience to see these people go about their lives.