the internet has undoubtedly made the world seem smaller. it does a lot of amazing things in terms of bringing people together across the globe. people with bizarre or niche interests. very specific medical problems (the number of times I’ve googled – and I’m sure you have too – my symptoms to be like,  hell yeah, I’m not the only one). dating websites. old school friends who haven’t seen eachother in years who have reconnected. job opportunities. music classifieds. long lost siblings. having access to obscure films, music, art. or it could even be as simple as the fact that my parents live in another city but I can happily (and easily) skype them from the comfort of my living room and feel like they are right there with me. you suddenly realise all of these links between friends of friends and crazy connections with people you had no idea knew each other. it does a lot of great things in terms of making the world a smaller place…but in a similar sense, it has just as many downfalls. being so easily linked to so many people has just as many negative effects. as a society we are becoming so obsessed with what everybody else is doing, posting, talking about, that we’ve stopped living our own lives because are too busy speculating about others.

facebook is a really specific example of this. I’m not sure if sharing every menial detail of your life online is such a good thing. sure it’s entertaining, for a little while, but how many statuses can you read about how drunk people got on the weekend before you think, well fuck, don’t people have better things to do with their lives? it’s a really bad habit society has gotten into that we actually think our lives and our thoughts are that important to the rest of the world that we need to share them online for all to see (I know, I’ve already whinged about this in my first ever blog post about blogging, but I’m going to touch on it again in a different manner). in fact, I’m not even going to go into detail about the ways people can be shit on facebook because this article sums it up pretty nicely.

sure, you feel ‘involved’ in people’s lives who you may or may not have seen for ages. but if you weren’t making the effort in the first place to see these people in person and catch up for a coffee or a cold beverage than why do you care if they are at the movies or eating a banana? some people sit there for hours trolling through people’s posts (out of boredom more than anything) and it’s a little bit depressing if you really think about it. you don’t realise the notice some people take at small details you might post about (or a photograph you’ve been tagged in). but it really hits home when you have your mum calling you up screaming at you because some long detached family friend saw a photograph of your latest ink and decided to phone her and ask her how she felt about it. ‘why did you even post a photograph of your tattoo in the first place if you’re so opposed to sharing things on the internet?’ you probably wonder. you hypocritical bitch, bec… you’re probably thinking. and the sad truth is, because I admit that I am totally a product of the society I belong to (yeah good one, blame society). I just can’t help but do it, even though I despise it. I don’t think about what I’m posting half of the time that I post. it’s a totally socially acceptable addiction and generally an automatic reflex. as a society we have literally started thinking in tweets and facebook statuses. an event didn’t “happen” if it’s not documented somewhere. you were never somewhere if somebody didn’t tag you or post a photo. I’ve literally caught myself mentally captioning a moment or a thought into however many characters a facebook status is and thinking “what the hell is wrong with me!”.  I just do it more out of habit than anything else… and I kind of hate myself for it. are our lives becoming synthesised and nicely summarised into facebook statuses? neatly wrapped up into a nice little package that people can scroll through on a page for all to see? are we selling an idea of ourselves or a representation of who we are because of where we’re tagged, what we post about, what we consume online?

are we all becoming self-satisfied, attention seeking whores in this popularity contest for who has the most likes?
the simple answer: probably, yes. but we’ll keep doing it, because the little red flag on the notification centre is just too damn satisfying.

you’ve probably heard a lot of stories about birth control having some nasty side-effects. a vast majority of women I know are on some form of birth-control this day and age and the typical favourite seems to be the oral contraceptive pill. the more I’m reading into it, the more I’m realising that the pill probably caused me more problems than it was worth (though, not being sixteen and pregnant was a pretty big redeeming factor). I started taking the pill at the age of 17 and only stopped taking it a couple of months ago (to be replaced by the IUD which seems to be doing me pretty well because of the low dose of hormones compared to the pill)… and the whole time I was taking it, I didn’t seem to put two and two together and realise that, hey, this thing was turning me into a fat, emotionally unstable, irrational, fire-breathing lady. a lot of people don’t consider the pill as a massive contributing factor to your every day mood, routine and lifestyle, but since going off it, I can see that it really is. I have friends who have been diagnosed with depression, alienated their partners, thrown their computers at a wall because the Notebook wouldn’t load, eaten tubs and tubs of icecream on a daily basis, put on 20kg no matter how many squats they do, turned into godzilla…only to realise that there was nothing wrong with their mental state and actually it was the pill causing them to act like this. it took me a while to realise that a lot of the crazy changes that started happening to me happened around the same time I went on the pill… I put on about 10kg with no real change to my diet or lifestyle, I became an (even) moody(er) and irrational bitch, I was depressed a lot more than usual (which is a hard thing to gage when you’ve already been diagnosed with depression) etc etc etc I’m not going to go into nitty gritty details, but this thing is evil. since going off it I can notice a huge change for the better. so if you’ve experienced any of these, maybe it’s time to think twice about taking the pill-

1. getting to the part where the horse gets stuck in the mud in ‘the neverending story’ and crying so uncontrollably you erupt into loud sobs and have to get somebody else to turn the television off because you simply can’t watch another minute in fact, you sit there staring at the television for a good twenty minutes after screaming “why wouldn’t you just move artax! whyyyy!” when you finally regain strength, you google it to find out that the horse actually died while making the film and you burst into tears all over again…I’ve linked it below for your convenience.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=y688upqmRX

2. sobbing uncontrollably when you see small animals I.have.no.words.

3. having to resist the urge to burst into a flood of tears when you serve elderly people at work… so many cappuccinos and egg sandwiches…

4. tearing apart your wardrobe in a hormone driven rage because you can’t find anything to wear that doesn’t make you look like shamu the whale… kim kardashian obviously isn’t on birth control, and doesn’t mind the comparisons to free willy.

5. you’ve cried while watching life insurance advertisements on several occasions (and not just because of the terrible acting)

6. you honestly feel that everything that goes wrong is because somebody has actively gone out of the way to annoy you – because you are the most important person in the world obviously, and everybody’s life revolves around you.

7. the shrill ‘ding’ of your text tone has sent you into a fit of rage why do all these people want things from me?! can’t they leave me alone with my bath and glass of wine!

8. you’re paranoid that the strange pangs of chest pain at random intervals you have mean that you’re going to die… it’s not the cigarettes doing it, I swear this pill is going to make me have a blood clot and die.

9. you’re hungry. all the time. and all you want to eat is bread. you’ve probably eaten an entire loaf of bread in one sitting, just because you can’t stop the feeding frenzy. at you’ll polish it off with a milkshake, a guilty, guilty milkshake that makes you hate yourself more.

it’s nice to know that it’s not you that’s an erratic, overly emotional lunatic, it’s a small pill which was ruining your life… and to no longer have to live in constant fear of losing your shit and breaking your dishwasher because the plates refused to stack. if only I had known this sooner…

while filming a tv segment for another subject, I noticed something which related to some other blogs I’ve posted on amateur vs. professional and networked technology in general. a couple of years ago when I was interning for SBS subscription television we had to shoot a piece to camera where the presenter needed an auto-prompt. in this day and age, the autoprompt itself has become obsolete due to technology like the iPad and iPhone. there is an application that you can download called autoprompt (or something to that effect) which does everything an autoprompt can traditionally do, but gives you even more options because you can control all of the settings from your iPhone. so as an intern, I got the delightful job of organising, running and controlling the autoprompt from the director’s iPhone – a job which I’m not sure even existed with a traditional auto prompt, I had to sync up the speed and restart the text according to the presenters speed/tone/errors etc. but it made me think, if professionals are using technology like this today – and we all have access to such technology as long as you have an iPad – then what’s the difference between an amateur production and a professional one? for our amateur tv studio recording we used the auto-prompt app and it gave the exact same effect as using a traditional auto-prompt…

not to mention I did the typical ‘keep reading what is on the auto-prompt in a presenter tone even though it’s not part of the script’ thing, needless to say, there is a lot of fun to be had with autoprompts-

something I have always wondered about was the link between music and cultural trends. what came first? do cultural trends come from music or does music stem from cultural trends?

(the chicken came first)

one particular trend that has interested me is the link historically between drug culture and music. how certain genres of music have popped up around the same time as certain drugs, or how the two just seem to go so nicely – eg. rave culture & ecstasy, the psychedelic era, reggae/ska and marijuana. did the music come first or did the drugs? did people drop acid, start tripping balls and think “hey I’m going to play 5 hours of twangy guitar effects on loop and make lyrics about drowning in the quicksand of my troubled mind” or did they make the music first and discover that the only people who could tolerate the stuff they created were 7 hours into the depths of an acid trip (or pretentious idiots, like me, who actually enjoy psychedelic music regardless). did techno beats arise because somebody out there genuinely thought stripping electronic music down to its most basic form would be a good idea, or because people on a lot of ecstasy just want to bop their heads and dance to a fast tempo? did bob marley write ‘don’t worry be happy’ because he was so stoned that he literally didn’t have the mental capacity to care? I’m not saying that the two go hand in hand. that you have to be on acid to enjoy psychedelic music, or that you have to be on pills to enjoy techno. each has their time and place… but what I am saying, is that there is certainly a link between the two, and that drugs tend to enhance your experience of these genres. in fact there are whole genres that refer specifically to drugs such as ‘acid rock’, ‘stoner beats’ etc etc.

there has been research done into electronic/drum and bass music that points to a connection with the physical state of the listener. that certain frequencies of sound occur inside the head or body, with the sound absorbed inside. I suppose there is research somewhere about how acid and other psychedelics affect your brain and open you up to perceive more that is going on around you – therefore are more likely to appreciate the complexity of music. same can be said of the effects of marijuana and the sensation of relaxation.  does this mean that this music specifically caters to the sensations given by the substances that are related? or that it’s simply a natural coincidence?

(oh wow, I suddenly have the uncontrollable urge to dance around pumping my fists whilst eating a lollipop)

this theory can be transferred into other cultural trends, like dress sense and stereotypes. do people dress a certain way because of the music they listen to? or listen to the music they do because they dress a certain way? music affects more than your dress sense. it effects your perception of the world, your value system, your personality, your taste in other respects, your sexual preference, your opinion of people…the list goes on. we make assumptions about people depending on their music taste (and by extension, the way they dress and hold themselves in general). some music triggers phases and subcultures, particularly in adolescents that – we like to hope – we grow out of when we stop listening to the music (but is hilarious when people don’t- have you ever seen a 50 year old goth? it’s like…wow man, that’s commitment).

(kimmy j obviously listens to too much bullet for my valentine..)

I wonder what the ramifications of growing up listening to dr dre (90’s gangsta rap) and marilyn manson (do I even need to extrapolate) had on the way I am today. do I genuinely get along with women less than men because Dr Dre told me ‘bitches aint shit but hoes and tricks’?

(or does it at least explain my enjoyment for doing dishes?)

does it have some effect on my value system? my relationships? my uncontrollable need to swear like a bearded-unwashed-truckie on speed? who knows, but I am definitely aware on the effect the music I listen to has on my mood and my perception of the world. as soon as I hear the first few chords of ‘skinny love’ I immediately need to crawl into my bedroom and sob uncontrollably. and when I listen to rage against the machine whilst driving my car I suddenly have the urge to start running down people and screaming ‘fuq da poleece’.

(nemo loves rage against the machine) 

maybe we should all be a bit more aware of what our music taste subconsciously tells us. or maybe not. either way, I’d keep clear of miley unless you want to lose your soul.

I agreed with so much of what was said in the 20 minutes (which I’m surprised I watched in its entirety)  in fact I agreed with so much of what Sir Robinson was saying that I was just sitting there nodding…  this is something I’m sure I’ve touched on before in my other writing, but it’s something which is at the crux of this subject, and without understanding the fundamentals, I suppose you can’t really understand networked media. when we started this course we were given the spiel about how NM was going to reject the common educational model of lectures, ‘right and wrong’, student/teacher hierarchy, etc etc. and given the progressive nature of the course it makes sense. well virtually every statement sir robinson makes in this video relates to our course (and by extension, our careers) and given the fact that I agreed so much with the video, I suppose I have finally warmed to (and come to terms with) the purpose of the course and that subconsciously, I agreed with it all along (just didn’t understand the implications yet).

ironically, I couldn’t see the ‘progressive’ way this course being taught as true to my own lifestyle and learning habits. I didn’t recognise until now that, actually, I agree with the entire concept of what Adrian and the tutors are trying to do. it is completely valid. not only is it completely valid, but it is so agreeable with the core of my being and my own learning habits that I have no idea how I didn’t pick up on it earlier. I’ll refer specifically to education and some facts ken lays down (children starting school this year will retire in 2065 etc) after I address one thing first… and using the very same analogy ken uses, because it is so insanely relevant to my life right now (and what I’ve been writing about) that it is bordering on creepy… it’s like, hey I’ve been whinging about these things in every blog post and now a professor has come along and validated it, we’ve come full circle, haven’t we? ken tells the story of a dancer who is now world famous and successful. about how in today’s age she would have been diagnosed with ADHD. not only was it beautiful to hear about the resolution of her going to dance school and succeeding, but it also saddened me to think of all of the potential we are missing because of our closed-minded nature. in school we are taught abilities that are no longer relevant in this day and age. ‘intelligence’ is measured out by how well we can retain and blurt out information in an hour long exam period. well frankly, I think this is bullshit, and I will tell you why –

firstly. ken mentions something about degrees being way more accessible these days and that it is no longer such a big deal to have a degree. that tertiary education pretty much sets you up to be a professor and that’s about it. I wrote a big fat rant on this previously (about stepping out of university into no career and how your degree is irrelevant in the grand scheme of things). I see the HSC (or whatever the Victorian equivalent) as the same thing. completely irrelevant. what does this little mark out really tell you (or a future employer) about a person’s intelligence and capabilities? about the way they learn? I’m going to be honest and say I did exceedingly well in the HSC. but that has nothing to do with life. did it tell you that I worked hard, studied my ass off and persevered throughout the year? no. because I didn’t, in fact I nearly dropped out of high school several times in the process of completely year 12. does it tell you that I will be able to come up with new, innovative ideas and further somebody’s business? no. 80% of the assessments were churning out facts and figures, or talking out of my ass on a subject that was based upon rehashing old content. the exams measure one thing and one thing only – how good you are at retaining information and blurting it out under pressure. that’s not really a life skill that can be transferred into any other respect. I can’t think of a single job where I would benefit from being able to write out pages and pages of facts and figures that I remember reading. certain subjects are scaled according to what is believed to be more difficult or requiring higher skill – this is the same as university. certain subjects require higher marks to be accepted. as ken says, arts and humanities come somewhere low in the hierarchy. creativity and creative subjects, in general are not privileged – which brings me to-

secondly. back to ken’s story of the dancer. a lot of people don’t view creative skills, jobs or degrees with value. when I told my father I was choosing to skip going to university and do an intensive, selective film course instead, he was instantly disappointed. still to this day (if anything a little less brutally as at least I’m going to get a degree out of this course) he does not see ‘film’ to be a valid career. and if he thought this way about film, I don’t think I need to extrapolate on how he feels about my other big passions in life – music and burlesque. I remember being 15 years old and wanting to go to band practice and dad didn’t want me to because I needed to be home doing maths tutoring. if that situation doesn’t sum up the problem of our society then what else does. my dad isn’t a bad person. he’s just a reflection of the attitudes in our society. that the arts and creative disciplines don’t matter as much. in fact, it scares the shit out of me that I want to do a creative discipline because generally (unless you are brilliant) they are not paid well, and good jobs are hard to find. I am probably going to be broke and working in cafe’s all my life to fund my creative side-projects and it’s purely because creativity is not valued in society.

thirdly. we are taught from the get go that there is a concept of ‘right and wrong’. no wonder why people are so terrified to take risks and be creative! someone once said to me “fail fast, fail often, fail forward” which means essentially, keep making drastic experiments until one day you don’t fail at something. or, it’s okay to try things that are a bit out there, and it’s certainly okay to fail. without experimentation there are no new innovations. how can  you say this though in a society that teaches that there is only one right answer? one definition of intelligence? one view of what is considered to be, or not to be a valid career path?

I’m not sure, but like ken describes, this needs to change in the near future.

here is another video that I began watching, relevant to similar subject matter –

if I had any advice to give to anybody suffering from some form of mental illness it would be to exercise. I’m not exaggerating when I say exercise probably saved my life. being a generally lazy person I can admit that sometimes it is hard to get yourself into an exercise regime. sitting in front of the t.v, watching biggest loser and judging all of the contestants seems much easier than getting off your bum and going to the gym. while doing copious amounts of squats and burpees has not only managed to tone my body and enhance my flexibility, it also has kept me (moderately) sane– and here are some reasons why;

1. exercise gives you endorphins

“..and endorphins make you happy. happy people don’t shoot their husbands, they just don’t”
I know I just quoted legally blonde which pretty much nullifies my argument, but elle woods totally has a point. when you workout you seem to have a happier disposition, are less aggravated and are therefore less likely to commit a drastic act like shooting your husband (or boyfriend, or partner, or friend, or housemate, or whatever).

2. exercise is good for self esteem-

and if you have high self esteem you are less likely to be depressed.
even if you are at the start of your fitness journey, you will notice how much better you start to feel about yourself virtually the second you start exercising. my problem with exercising was that I never used to be patient enough to wait around to see results and therefore couldn’t maintain it. when I didn’t see physical results immediately (and didn’t suddenly turn into megan fox overnight) I became disheartened and quit. when you view your fitness journey as a ‘process’ and enjoy the little gradual changes (including non-physical ones like lighter moods, more energy, etc) instead of focusing on the physical aspect, you begin to notice it’s a lot easier to keep up and to motivate yourself… and then eventually, you might get a pay-off when you notice your pants are too big for you or somebody tells you they can’t see your six chins anymore. that’s always good for morale.

3. you ALWAYS feel better after a workout

and you never regret doing one… unless you manage to break your ankle attempting to do the splits or kick over an expensive lamp in your apartment whilst practicing yoga. no matter how exhausted or sad or run down I feel, I can genuinely say I’ve never done a workout and thought “man I wish I sat in bed eating hungry jacks instead”. and to be honest, the guilt of not doing a workout and then having to make up excuses to yourself to validate your poor lifestyle choice and self-failure is way more effort to deal with than actually just getting off your ass and doing the thing.
4. exercise doesn’t have to be torture

generally when the words ‘gym’ and ‘exercise’ are mentioned, lazy people such as myself tend to run in the opposite direction because the thought of spending painstaking hours lifting weights and running on treadmills is on par with the experience of sticking thumbtacks in my eyelids… ain’t nobody got time for that. what a lot of people don’t seem to realise is that you don’t need to hit the gym to a) tone that ass and b) get a good workout. there are a plethora of different options – depending on your fitness levels and interests –  for workouts you can do. there’s walking, martial arts, swimming, sword fighting, vacuuming the house, about a billion forms of dance, yoga, pilates, pump and tone classes…the list is literally endless (because pretty much anybody can take anything and turn it into a workout, eg -)

I started my fitness journey doing 15 minute high intensity body weight home workouts. no matter how busy my day is, I always manage to find 15 minutes for a workout (and if you can honestly say that you can’t find 15 minutes to do a workout then maybe you have bigger problems to deal with). not only are they great because they are short, but they work insanely well. I dropped 3 inches from my bust – which never seems to shrink – and 4 inches from my waist in a couple of months of just doing these workouts, without any real change to my lifestyle or terrible eating habits. the great thing about these workouts is that they are a gateway to other, longer workouts. I am now able to also run for 40 minutes (which is a mean feat for a chain-smoker), do all sorts of flexibility exercises I never could and actually really enjoy my dance classes (instead of reeling in pain after doing one routine).

5. you sleep better or spend less time sleeping

a lot of people who are depressed have some serious issues with their sleeping pattern. either they sleep way too much (because they don’t want to get out of bed and face the world) or they sleep too little (insomnia). exercise not only regulates your sleeping patterns, but gives you more energy and a higher sex drive – true story, it has been proved by science –

so instead of spending all that unnecessary time sleeping, you spend it having sex instead.. which is great for your self esteem… and also a form of exercise… not to mention orgasms release even more endorphins, which make you happy, and happy people don’t shoot their husbands…

see, science. ain’t it grand.

if you still don’t believe me and/or are seriously lacking in motivation this site might give you some reason to hit the gym

I’ve been making coffee for about six years now (admittedly, the earlier years were comprised of making beverages that taste more like dishwater than coffee). that’s longer than I’ve been doing a lot of things, and that is a lot of coffee faux pas that I have witnessed. in those six delightful years of being abused for not making coffees hot enough, I have come to make general, broad assumptions about people based on their choices. creating (uniformed) loose judgements about these people is a great way of passing time at work. I can almost guarantee if you do/order any of the below, your barista is definitely making the same connections I am, and judging you accordingly –

1. ordering soy milk anything – not so much a judgement, as a vivid mental image of the patron running to the toilet after I “accidentally” mistake the full cream milk for soy… a temptation I resist numerous times every day (and is getting exceedingly difficult to do). so to sum up, you are vulnerable in the hands of your barista and better smile when you order your goddamn coffee.

2. meat-head males who order skim milk… (now gently remove your tampon, and try again). I had one of the known members of a Melbourne bikie gang – gigantic guns, with grills in his teeth and covered in tattoos – come in and order a skinny latte… suddenly not so intimidating, buddy…

3. people who order a beverage with skim milk, and then proceed to have 4 sugars in it – you’ve got to be kidding me, right? the only thing which is possibly worse being –

4. having more than 3 artificial sweeteners in your drink, ever… (and then proceeding to sit outside with your “skinny latte-4 equals” and chain-smoking a pack of cigarettes, true story). I can only shake my head in pity and pray that your heart attack occurs somewhere other than in my workplace.

5. strong decaff – no. just no. nobody in their right mind actually enjoys the taste of decaff so you can’t even defend this by saying “I really wanted a coffee but my doctor told me to lay off the caffeine.” have you tasted decaff in your lifetime? it doesn’t even taste like real coffee. it’s like ordering a gourmet wagu-burger and then getting burnt piece of meat on bread. you might as well drink dishwater rather than ordering this beverage because it’s going to do the same thing for you. if you are so intolerant to caffeine then just order tea rather than trying to make yourself feel in the loop by ordering a beverage you are probably going to spend the next 4 minutes hating yourself for ordering.

6. a combination of any, or all of the above…

in class we were asked to write about what somebody else has taken away from the reading; crystal’s take-away idea from the readings this week was about self identity and the internet, how creating new identities and personas is so easy. while I didn’t read the article she did (I only did the first and second listed), I could automatically gage where it was going, just because I’ve written about the same thing in the past (in fact I think I wrote about it in my phubbing post earlier in the semester).