(Post long, tedious, "navel-gazing" and self-referral to full: if you annoy these features do not be an idiot or masochist, stop reading now and leave me in peace eggs in the comments)
A recent
called me on msn asking "what's wrong to Fuck You Tiger has changed so much and is so serious? ." I resented the observation bother me-as usual-because he was absolutely right; Fuck You Tiger is more serious, but not only that, is longer, verbose, pompous, pedantic and heavy to defend in a medium in which mobility and agility are the best weapons. The reasons for these changes are many and include increasing and unbearable my dissent with the political party of government, my gradual disillusionment and panic to the increasingly degraded and a general culture underground personal crisis changed me quite the way you see things. But mostly the changes were related to the blog's own growth and self-awareness of being read by many people and, above all, by many people that do not share the same codes of expression. That forced me, perhaps journalistic personal strain, to further clarify, exemplify more and more preachy, making posts in objects much larger and heavier than it wanted be and what they were in the days when the blog was read by three or four characters that played taquito.
Lately I is growing a lot of skepticism about the benefits of trade possibilities that Internet provides. I believe that, dazzled by the facilities and availability that provides what we have forgotten that, like everything in the universe, has to change. And we forget that in cultural terms can be a kind of Greek gift. The web-based communication and sharing peer to peer is a cultural revolution that has little apocalyptic and integrated unanimously (with the exception of Metallica fucking millionaires, of course). The concept Blog democratization seemed absolute terms and the dream of immediacy of it. Maybe it is, but is incomplete and easily sabotage.
When they began to popularize the channels of communication via the web, I remember thinking it was an interesting way to anywhere except Uruguay. In a society of almost pathological cowardice (if eastern become " as enlightened as brave " means that there is a minimum 80% illiteracy, whether they know) and a self-repression of expression that looks like a Freudian dream, access to a means of expression from which the feasibly anonymous slander, attack, or is generally escrachar as a divine blessing, as if a pedophile being given access to surveillance cameras in a school. Any blog of some popular terms being harassed by some resentment which ultimately anonymous blogger to lose any desire to move forward with anything, or disable comments, which eliminates the feedback that makes a blog a truly groundbreaking instrument. I can say that the sweet potato is not something unique to the Uruguayan blogs, but I think the record in the same self and the tremendous levels of bad temper are a real local specialty.
The previous post was a highly sensitive matter that I thought would be safe from this sort of thing. It was not and, in any way appeared a poor fool to attack the other commenters on behalf of aestheticism that apparently did not include the spelling in their values. I left the comment , a kind of smelly fart graph can only have been written by someone very little favored in life, because it served to remember that the type of people who read are not all equal, that there are people who take all a number of difficulties to get a little dirt in any space to feel excluded. But the point is that a traitor can with a thousand brave and really a comment just detracts from what could be a place of communion about something delicate and make exactly the opposite. One comment over 70, like a leper meddle in the pool.
What I mean is that a more or less popular blog is an inappropriate means of expression of anything other than a para-journalistic guerrilla, an anonymous denunciation space or a meeting very specific tastes. He concluded that there is a suitable space to talk about serious things, much less to show any vulnerability. Not that that's the goal of FYT, but it was the writing of what I sing the eggs, without worrying about results or reactions, and propose a swap with people who really had an affinity with it, because delivery of a simple hedonistic principle to the letter and that I am is what I do not read or pay attention to what I dislike. Unless otherwise required or that thing has some power over me, that is, not for a fucking blog.
But I can not write about what I sing with ease, then it makes sense to write in a blog, and I do not care to offer a forum for someone to vent their grievances to me or that I believe. No, I'll pass. The dynamics of the blog makes some readers think that it is a kind of substitute nerd life experiences more intense. Not for me, what can we do and the temporary facilities that previously had to write and I have not, nor the desire. Blogs have a peculiar, an intermediate space between the public and personal communication, usually does not matter much to me first and I have better means in which to exercise, and for the second I have two essential things: to embrace the listener , or failing cagarlo to blows. It's that simple.
I have a couple of half-written posts to publish in the coming days, when finished. Then I think that enough is enough, already tired and I'm tired. Time to move on .
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