A few questions were raised in our class on Thursday, my personal favourite being “what is love?”

However relevant to life, it wasn’t entirely relevant to this course about hypertext and the internet and stuff (?), but the most interesting Q I found was the idea of blogging being a form of narcissism.

For those who don’t know, narcism is basically just self obsession and vanity- in Greek mythology Narcissus fell in love with his own reflection (all been there am I right sisters?) and died because he fell into the water or something. I don’t know the specifics but you get the general picture.

So is blogging a form of narcissism?

hmmm yes and no.

I think the content of the blog itself will largely determine whether its purpose is to promote the self or aid others in some way.

Blogs like diary entires recording daily events and the souls response to them are arguably narcissistic, but also can be therapeutic for the author in the same way running is a source of release for me, little geo. This form of blog is about the self and is consequently indulgent- but does that matter? I wouldn’t have thought so- a little self love and reflection by putting thoughts in to words definitely allows a sense of clarity within the mind and I don’t think this can be a bad thing.

This also makes a small town gal question what is classified as a blog- do Instagram or Facebook qualify? They too are in their most basic forms just recordings of life events in an online fashion- and as I have argued in a previous bloggy p, are massively self obsessed.

Blogs can be about the self and as a result are a lil narcissistic, but I certainly don’t think they set out to hurt anyone and a lot of the time they are created with the benefit of others in mind- food blogs, art blogs, comedy blogs whatevaaaa- they each provide internet explorers an avenue to explore themselves too and that can’t be all bad.

Love your face because it has mouth,

Gee love me King

Privacy on the net.

Does it exist?

Wouldn’t have thought so.

The internet really creeps me out because I am not in possession of a sound understanding of it. I believe I have made this clear in previous Bad Boy B-logs. It was also made more clear to me when I was the last person in the class to finish the HTML test and then waited an extra hour after class to finish with el el H-Wole but didn’t finish and was instructed to do it at home but I didn’t know how to so now I am going to meet up with my good buddy Louis tomorrow morning before class for coffee so he can help me with it so I pass the course and stuff. Might buy him some choccys for his effort what do ya think gals? WOOOO.

So back to the internet. Oh you.

I really feel like you know a little more than you should about who I am, what I like and what gets me off- pictures of cheesy pasta typically and also videos of dogs running on treadmills. Isn’t it ironic that I, a techno n00b, places such trust in the net despite my hate for it and my lack of understanding of its capabilities and motives?

ISN’T IT IRONIC?

I know that privacy is essentially a non-thing when it comes to the internet and realistically I am putting myself in a wee but of denger when it comes to what I search, who I stalk (ha) and the personal information I display online or give away willy nilly. Yet I still do it. Because I am a special combination of ignorant and lazy.

I hate myself,

Georgia the opinionated loser who complains about the net but is too much of a crumb to be proactive about it and change her situation King.

xox

Just wanted to give a quick shout out to my mum-

She has been away with her husband (and my father) for a solid 4 weeks in Europe like some kind of lord and left we, the kids, to fend for ourselves and survive.

One of the tasks amongst many was to change my sheets-

yeah my mum changes mine don’t judge me I’m only 20.

So I had to get this done before she came back- change the sheets at least once so she would know I had made an effort.

Turns out, this is no easy feat.

In fact it was harder than my year 12 health exam (gags that shouldn’t be a subject).

It took me about half an hour to fit the sheet on the bed which was hard enough, but then i had to put my doona in a new cover and this was really the point that hell broke loose.

I stepped back, just minding my own business, and out of nowhere my favourite pillow slides under my footing and it rips.

And so did my heart.

I’ve had that pillow since my own conception (wot) and now its gone. Just like so many other things in my life (jus kidding my life is peachy).

So here’s to my mum, for changing my sheets and not ripping my pillows.

bless you & welcome home,

the favourite child.

Today, on this bright and sunny day, I am going to deconstruct some fellow bloggers blogs, because that’s what old mate elliot instructed us to do and I aim to please.

amen sista.

She also included some real and relevant quotes from everyones favourite home boy Shrek.

It’s safe to say Felicia is my kind of woman.

Deconstruction of another blog complete.

Don’t forget to smile, it’s easier than frowning because you don’t use as many muscles. And that’s what it’s all about. Is smiling the lazy mans frown? How will I know if you are happy or just plagued with disgust when you look at me?

Something to ponder and to wonder,

‘Porge’

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Im a techno hater- we all know it. I’ve told you about 89 times now. I like to think of it as a little quirk of mine, but really I just sound like a whiney nuisance.

However, in light of the many tragic occurrences of late I decided to reflect on all that is good about the cyber world and specifically hypertext because that it what this course is about and that is what I am being graded on even though I often forget this and write random stuff instead of intelligent stuff. Stuff.

So here goes…

Hypertext, my old buddy. I give you grief don’t I pal? You play up on me all the time and sometimes you link me to places that I don’t even want to go but you just take me there anyway because it’s what you do.

I just want to take this moment to thank you for making my life, particularly my assignment life at uni, a little bit easier, by allowing me to browse the information I need at my perusal and then even helping me out by allowing me to visit related sites and articles when I didn’t even ask you. You’re like a mind reader at times and I really don’t give you enough credit or love.

Thank you for allowing me to reflect on the importance of the written word.

Thank you for extending my limited intelligence beyond where I ever thought possible.

Thank you for acting as an extension of myself just as the hammer acts as the extended arm of the tradesmen, as the spoon the stirrer of the chef and the sword the weapon of the knight (Jay David Bolter, 1991, pg 41). wot?

Today I say thanks.

Gracias amigo,

G-Town

In his chapter on hard and soft structures JDV speaks of the way the works of Shakespeare, Plato and Chaucer have been rewritten in their translation and consequently the work that we are reading is not the original but rather an adaptation to suit our needs of consumption.

What if Romeo and Juliet actually weren’t star crossed lovers but were just really avid star gazers and what Willy Shakes actually meant to convey was that stars are great? WOT IF?

The chances are slim but the modification of ancient texts is a little alarming for a gal who spent hours upon hours deconstructing many texts by Shakespeare in VCE and a couple from Plato too.

Does this alter the shape of learning? Instead of learning of the beautiful and pure language of past are we merely memorising words that kinda mean the same thing but offer a different over all meaning?

Further does translation from the Chinese language into English alter the content and the way that work is consequently digested? Yes I think it does considerably.

I have touched on the alteration of language in a couple of previous blog posts and it is quite an interesting little exploration.

Food for thought.

Keep it tight,

Georgia Kingspeare

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The first of these ideas I wish to discuss a wee bit, is that of the longevity of the written word. JDV states clearly that the chief advantage of the ancient forms of text recording (writing on stone and wet clay) is that they have lasted for thousands of years and have provided future generations with an understanding of that which came before them.

These ancient processes were certainly clever and our pals from the extremely olden days did a great job with what they had- but it makes me wonder about the longevity of todays written word, and even of the spoken word.

In todays world much of what people write online becomes permanent without their knowledge/understanding of it. This becomes dangerous for obvious reasons as nearly anyone with access to the internet can find out what they need to about another person and their life. Therefore our words are forever to be associated with our cyber selves and consequently our real life selves, and this in its self is quite a scary prospect.

Just as we have discovered the histories of thousands of years ago through the visual recording of words and symbols, I wonder if in another 2000 years someone will find my online scribblings and use them to determine what life was like in the year 2014 for a 20 something…

Will people care at all?

Will language still exist?

Will the internet merely be an archaic method of research?

These questions are pressing but also not really my problem- the year 4014 can sort this gear out.

I’ll just be haunting y’all.

Well this was a boring post.

Love to your mum,

Somber George

Chai lattes– you guys are some tasty bchz. Even though you make me feel overwhelmed by sweetness at times, I love you like my own son and not a day goes by that I don’t will you into my belly. But a gal has to resist. Absence makes the heart grow fonder sugar.x

Mango– I miss you man. You always appear out of nowhere and we have this amazing summer together and then you just leave with no warning. You break my heart again and again but I can’t help but return to you. Yeah I’ve tried frozen and canned, but who are we kidding? I need you mango and only you, with your luscious flesh and sweet aroma. Come back to me. Come back.

Avocado– I want to smear you all over my body sometimes. all the time

Yogurt– sometimes you’re sweet and sometimes you’re sour, but that’s okay baby- I love you anyway. Whenever you need somewhere to go I’m here for you baby. Yeah granola on top would be nice, but I take you as you are girl, natural and delicious just the way you are. Come inside my belly pouch.

Smoothies– you own the key to my heart girl. Whenever I’m having a bad day I can rely on you to sweeten it up with your natural goodness. I’m not talking about green smoothies-that sh*t nasty. I’m talking about you artificially sweetened dairy drink that claims to be healthy. All you.

Cheese– there are no words. But to quote bad girl Miley Cyrus, “we’re meant to be in holy matrimony, God knew exactly what he was doing, when he led me to you… I adore you.”

What? I don’t have problems. You have problems.

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