Wednesday, November 4, 2009

AW “In the future everybody will be world famous for fifteen minutes” – You can’t choose the 15 minutes but why would you be world famous

I totally agree with the statement from Andy Warhol, but the future is now. The world is becoming smaller and smaller due to technological developments, also the platforms to become world renowned is also changing. The World Wide Web killed the TV star. I could just upload a video onto Youtube and seconds later someone in Japan would see it. I would be famous.


Fame. Remember my name. Would they really need to remember my name when they would be constantly bombarded with my name wherever they go. Myspace, Facebook and twitter. I think back then in Andy Warhol’s time people could only get fifteen minutes of fame, due to the fact the mediums of communication were limited, but now one can be famous indefinitely.


Why would I be famous? I imagine that I’ll be famous for being a socialite, someone who is involved in social activities and spends a noteworthy amount of time entertaining and being entertained. As I will be a publicist to the stars, the line between my personal and work life will become blurred. I would be famous by association. You will see me in the social pages of every newspaper and magazine known to mankind.

Tuesday, November 3, 2009

November issue

Just yesterday I was literally cleaning out my closet, when I stumbled upon one of my many Media magazines; it was the November 2008 issue. Flipping through it, I came across the article “Networked!” The article was written by social media guru, Matthew Buckland – it was on the subject of taking stock of the social media that he uses. This inspired me to also take stock of the social mediums that I use.

Facebook – I use Facebook to stay in touch with people I like and pretend to stay in touch with people that I don’t like. I love using the “ilike” app as it makes me feel like I contributed something somewhere without saying anything.

Twitter – I use twitter for stalking celebrities, tweeting collectively with other users using # hashtags and just using it to stay abreast of the top world news with the trending topics.

Blogger – This one is quite the tale. Although I started blogging, as part of my curriculum. I have genuinely fallen in love with it, when I’m able to write on topics that interest me, that is. I love that I can be informal, I can write in short hand and everyone gets to read about my thoughts on things.

Mxit – I haven’t been on mxit in a while perhaps it’s for the reason that my phone was stolen so my mxit isn’t mobile, I have to mxit clued to a chair and pc.

LinkedIn – I am desperately seeking a job before the rat race for jobs in the New Year start. Consequently I’m building myself a profile on LinkdIn and hoping to make some connections.

Monday, November 2, 2009

"Rock journalism is people who can’t write interviewing people who can’t talk for people who can’t read” (Frank Zappa)

Rock journalism is people who can’t write interviewing people who can’t talk for people who can’t read? Say what?

The journalist, the artist and the fans. A critique of some sort. Perhaps? I’m not quite sure if I understand the statement from Frank Zappa but I guess what his trying to point out is, that journalist that cover music and popular culture as their beat are in essence not very talented at what they do. The muso’s that they interview particularly those head banging rockers all zooped up on narcotics and alcohol with their slurring words hence the fact that they can’t talk. And their fans – it might be considered stereotyping but anyone who listens to rock is quintessentially uneducated. That’s my literal take on the statement. Still not quite sure what he means.

On the flip side when I think of rock journalism one thing comes to mind. The magazine Rolling Stone devoted to music, culture and politics. What and epic magazine, anybody who is somebody has graced the cover of this magazines. Makes me wonder how come I haven’t made it to the cover yet. Just my random thoughts just as random as this silly statement of Frank Zappa.