I'm living in a technological diginightmare

I had a dream last night. I was lying naked in a circle of computers. The computers had desktop backgrounds of my face with the eyes scratched out. I was spewing up binary coding and a swarm of what could only be described as digital bees were attacking me, the hum of their wings was replaced with the drone of an overheated hard drive. I lay on a floor that was a porno pop up ad and I was tied up with the cord of a mouse.

The scene changed and I was drowning in an internet sea weighed down by my printer. The sea then morphed into matrix coding that parted like a curtain revealing a beareded ipad. He was riding a segway and spoke with the same voice of Stephen Hawking. He asked me to give up my quest. I refused.

My guts were then sliced open with the Ipad dagger application and looking down I saw cables spewing out of the wound. As I fainted in my dream - I woke in the real. I lay in my bed paralysed with fear and the voice of the Bearded Ipad faintly echoed in my room...

"Why pursue when you are technology too?"

Today has been a weird day.

I noticed my microwave heated my food, resulting in a burnt tongue.

Am I technology?

No.

But so much of who I want people to think I am is.

My Ipod has something awesome like 12 thousand songs on it. Some are rated and categorised into playlists with titles like new and on the go...some have other attention seeking names like gangster suicide, technoelectroseizure shockpop, random house, the jazz chronicles, animal collective minus the weird hard stuff, the best of the beat poets etc etc. All of these cool more descriptive playlist names are all there for someone to look at.

Parties and car trips are the worst, my Ipod lays there silently screaming to be picked up, looked at and talked about.

The ipod isn't personal its an extroverted device that begs for an others attention.We use it as a tool to define ourselves and promote a constructed image that we want people to see.

New media is there for us to sculpt our identities, poor losers who just have access to the net can create a persona without the ipod too. Go to youtube make an account. Create a name for yourself. Upload, download, takeaload.

Sites like youtube redefine anonymity. We create personnas for ourselves to be viewed letting people know what we are about.

xXxBaByGiRLNaZixXx doesn't like Woody Allen.

Cool.

We use these sites to contextualize ourselves. Upload photos onto facebook crop the image, tag your mates. Then go out in the weekend take more photos for facebook and show everyone who you are.

"Status update. 24/7."

Via Phone.

Follow blogs, join websites, stumbleupon, tell us what you like.

The internet is physically anonymous, yet, our web persona's are transparent and easily constructed. The ability to form an active dialogue of identity with websites is what makes them so appealing. We all want the light, and we all want to peer, to judge, and dislike.

Likes cost money, there are strings attached. Yelling who you are at people is attractive and cool. You can get anything you want over the internet to make your voice louder. Purchase your identity over internet ads, targeted to the site you like. Its happened for years on TV and radio but the internet ad seems so more obtrusive,

Oh iTunes has this Linkin Park song thats playing over this montage of Christian Cullen tries?

Its all Vertical/Horizontal integration. Web pages have friends - you like me? Then your gonna love my friend Twitter?

Found a cool web page? Wana share that to anyone?

Promotion via self promotion.

I'm just networking.

Baby.

Okay we do join things cause we like them, but there is a narcissistic approach to the internet and technoculture which eliminates being shy and polite. We paint portraits of ourselves using digital brushes and the business world is watching making money, personalizing new media.

We brand ourselves and increase the divide between subgroups and people, constructing titles, becoming something.

We are creating communities while eliminating the community.

Just bloggin' bro.