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blogging vs. facebooking

May 31, 2007 23:06 by george

for as long as i possibly could, i’ve resisted facebook.  for anyone who’s been living under a rock for the last six months or so, facebook is a very open-ended, unmoderated, highly active social networking site populated by literally millions of internet denizens, where people are free to put all of their personal baggage out on the red carpet for public consumption – sort of an inverted paparazzi for the pedestrian population.

anyone foolish enough to visit my blog knows that i don’t have a problem committing highly personal thoughts for the mass consumption of google and individual netizens (which in my case, amounts to a readership of about three).  but facebook gives an altogether different kind of exposure –innocent parties are implicated with my particular social dysfunctions by accidental association, and that is a kind of lible-by-association of a scale which i think is unprecedented in the history of communication.  put in terms that are most familiar to me, it’s like being clark kent, knowing that you’re trying to keep you life secret from the enemies of superman, and broadcasting to lex luthor, brainiac and bizarro that hey – these are all of my friends and these are the things that they like and where they hang out!

blogging is all about publishing news and thoughts that are relevant to the author – sharing those thoughts and lessons with people who are sincerely interested.  facebook gives users the ability to broadcast their personal interactions with their closest (participating) friends to the entire internet where all of the freaks, stalkers, pedophiles and mass-murderers are scoping out their next victims.

facebook is inherently voyeuristic, in that i get notified every time a friend takes a pee or tags a photo, whereas, apart from my rss feed, no one would ever be aware that i was having a thought in my head unless they had enough interest in me to actively seek out the latest posting on my blog.

i crafted  my own blog engine – i built it from the ground up (which admittedly, is not something that can be said of most bloggers).  i know every page and every function and stored procedure call, and i know what its limitations and capabilities are.  i know where the data resides, how easy it would be to break into the database and steal it, and how worthless any of it is.  facebook is probably run by the cia or the nsa or the department of homeland security.  if you think that this is far-fetched paranoia, consider this report.

but facebook is communal – i write on my friends’ walls, and they write back.  they post a picture of something that they’re proud of, and i get to know about it within seconds.  if someone i know on facebook wants me to inflate their social bubble, my cell phone tells me and i can associate myself with them right in the middle of a big corporate gathering and no one is the wiser.  if i want to send a photo of a cake or some girl i met in a bar to a facebook photo album, i can make it happen.  it is a global, extemporaneous shedding of personal boundaries and inhibitions resulting in a cacophonic eruption of ecstatic, orgiastic, self-congratulatory data, whereas blogging is a completely masturbatory experience.

i guess that if i were someone in a position of authority, where my views and beliefs and associations represented exploitable vulnerabilities – could jeopardize political or economic or social outcomes – facebook would pose a serious threat to me and to the ones i indicated as my friends.  however, now that i’m on facebook, i guess i’m simply having a fun time connecting with people far away in time and geography, or across the courtyard, and i simply have to remind myself never to run for public office. 

but after half of the shit that i’ve posted on my blog, i think that it’s safe to say that no one would trust me with their government anyway.  so join facebook – what have YOU got to lose?

- g

facebooking song of the day: "somebody's watching me" by rockwell <- you have to watch this, really!


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what have i done?!

May 29, 2007 00:07 by george

i've just done the one thing that i swore that i would never do... join facebook.

- g


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adventure #15 - doors open toronto and tueam #2

May 28, 2007 00:05 by george
doors open toronto
now this is a crowd
distillery tunnels
distillery tanks
handsome dom
fabulous rooftop shot
another great rooftop shot
who doesn't love brick?
ye olde opera house
gorgeous courtyard in spring
if you like rice in your burrito - go here
theatre balcony at winter garden theatre

this weekend saw the 8th annual doors open festival answer the eager anticipation of explorers and lovers of buildings and urban spaces throughout ontario.  the idea of the festival is that buildings with historical, political, aesthetic or environmental  (or really any) interest make themselves available to the general public for touring, photographing and general nose-pushing scrutinizing.  for urban explorers and adventurers like myself, this is like christmas or easter in that it is society’s acknowledgement that this kind of awareness-raising is not only valid, but shared by a wide public interest.

last year, i totally ignored the event.  this year, since i have spent many a weekend adventuring solo, i thought that it would be best to hook up with my new friends at the toronto urban exploration and adventure meet-up to turn this into more of a celebration than a deep and focused investigation.  so i arrived at the scene of my own adventure #7, the distillery district, at 9:30am – bright and shiny in my adventuring lime-green t-shirt, adventuring shorts and my deprecated new balance road trainers.  we met up at the balzac’s coffee, and started off at the first most logical point of interest, the distillery district itself.  there were tunnels, racks for storing casks, clever buildings and all the history that this venue has to offer.

but the true star of this first leg of the urban adventure was the psychology of the “group tour”.  as i wrote before, i am far more accustomed to adventuring by myself, so trying to accommodate a group dynamic was clearly one of the challenges that i had been anticipating.  but really – 60 people all queuing up to look at the same venue to the exclusion of several other immediately available locales… people who individually would be spirited and opinionated and divided on just about any decision, all paralyzed at a stop light waiting for someone to command them to cross the street – it was a moment that made historic movements towards totalitarianism seem all-too plausible.

i was really fortunate to have latched on to dom, an organizer of another meet-up who had the initiative to break off from the group and go to do his own thing.  i was of half a mind to do the same thing, but he put the thing into action.  we broke off from the group and started the “fanning out” process, making the whole exercise far less frustrating.  please take it from me, there’s nothing worse than having 60 people all trying to cram into the same 10’x10’ room of a historic building, possibly up 10 flights of steps, so that everyone can spend five minutes taking pictures of hundred year-old pipes.

i even managed to roam off of the prescribed path and find an unlocked roof door (some roofing was being done at the same time as the event) and got up on top of one of the taller buildings in the distillery and got some great shots of the area from a fairly unusual angle  - that was the big victory of the day, and it wasn’t even 10:30 yet!

the next stop was the joey and toby tanenbaum opera centre  just a little up front street.  last year, the canadian opera company opened a brand spanking-new opera house on queen street and university avenue, but for my money, the Joey and Toby Tanenbaum Opera Centre looks far more the part of an opera house.  not only that, but the opera house marks the original site of the ontario parliament over 130 years ago, giving it even more historical weight. our much smaller group took the group tour through the facility and admired set pieces, props, practice rooms, and the enormous theatre/rehearsal room.  the highlight however was the incredible european courtyard, complete with imported french gaslight lanterns, bronze statuary and a cutie little gazebo suitable for weddings or (if it were edmonton, pot-smoking).

the day was not without disappointments.  i was suckered into going into st. lawrence hall, which, while being staggeringly handsome on the outside, was a complete disappointment on the interior.  i don’t think i even bothered to take a single photo of the interior.  also, st. james cathedral, on church and king, while being one of the oldest and certainly the most auspicious historical buildings in toronto, seemed just another church, driving home the all-too-canadian insecurity about the lack of real history and identity to which we should feel entitled.   however because i had failed to eat breakfast or consume anything more than two cups of coffee all day, i think hunger, more than cultural ambivalence, may have been colouring my experiences.

so a group of 20 of us stopped at poor quesada mexican grill and first up, i ordered the “big-ass burrito” for a whopping $9.25.  consisting almost entirely of rice, the “BAB” was big-ass to be sure.  i managed to get through a full 95% of it, leaving only 5% of pure rice filling behind.  refuelled and reinvigorated, it was time to get back to discovery mode. but really, i had entered a completely new mode that principally involved making new friends. 

our group migrated to mainstream downtown and at queen and yonge, we took in a really spectacular discovery.  apparently, toronto is host to a cultural and architectural rarity – a “double-decker” theatre.  in edmonton, we have the citadel theatre for theatre and musical events – the elgin and winter garden theatres  in the heart of the toronto downtown core are  two of these classic opera-house styled theatres stacked one on top of the other… if i had not been inside of it, i would never ever have imagined that such a thing could/would/should exist.  i’m very much looking forward to taking in a show there.

it was a elgin theatre that i jumped groups.  i’d met most of my group of 20 at earlier socials, but there were a group of about four other new people that i thought would be nice to meet and spend some more time with because they seemed really interesting.  i spent most of the rest of the adventure with them, getting to know them better.  they introduced me to whole foods, an upscale organic market in yorkville, where people have more money than sense, and the hazelton lanes – where poor (well, and exceedingly wealthy, i suppose) urban travellers can run into a posh urban mall and use the toilet.

we had taken the TTC north from queen street to museum station in order to get to the hare krishna temple on avenue road.  again, we did a group tour and i learned a little something about the hare krishnas and their organization, which was a valuable lesson in and of itself.  by this time though, i was full-up with exploration and having an awesome time chatting with “A”, “D”, “L” and Will (he gets his real name used because he wasn’t on the rsvp list!).

we’d had about seven hours of adventuring (with a rather disappointing five venues under my belt?  these people are clearly amateurs) and were ready for drinks.  at betty’s, we had great conversations, defiantly broken off from the rest of the TUEAM group, talking about growing up in toronto, raising kids here, crime, careers and all the kind of non-adventure stuff that real-people like to talk about.  i’m starting to really like meeting new people.  “D” is about to leave for a three-week volunteer-vacation at a 400-year old convent in the mountains of italy where she will work and play and enjoy the vistas just outside of rome.  “L” is a medical-microbiologist working as a project manager for a company that manages clinical trials and looks about 10 years younger than she probably is.  her friend, will reminds me of myself when i was 17 – all lanky limbs and stag-leaps down the main street for no apparent reason.  “A” though was a real find and is about my age, has piercing blue eyes, fantastic facial bones, beautiful skin, two funny cats, a 16-year-old daughter who is addicted to facebook, has a superman emblem on her cell-phone display, and drinks stolichnaya from the freezer.  seriously – only in a city like toronto can one bump quite randomly into a group of three complete strangers who in their entirety make you so very very happy to be so very very eclectic!!

- g

 

adventure cost:
ttc day pass: $8.50
balzac coffee and a bottle of evian: $3.50
quesada big-ass burrito  and a bottle of water: $12.40
two strongbow ciders and a smoked salmon sandwich (and tip) at betty’s: $27.00


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books vs. screens

May 25, 2007 23:43 by george

these days, i’m a programmer, which means that i sit completely motionless and stare at text and numbers and code all day long on the same two square feet of lateral space while the phosphors contained therein flash and dance and luminesce in fleetingly transient forms and colours.  the fickleness of all of those states of being  - the lack of commitment and dedication to being – occasionally strike me as metaphoric for many of the things that have come to be in our modern world.

i finished a ridiculously meaty paperback novel today on the subway – with its pedestrian, 90% recycled paper newsprint paper – and started into my new novel, rant by chuck.  i’d forgotten what it was like to read a hard-cover book and how decadent and indulgent a feat it could be. i started thinking about the experience and its relative merits over what i spend 60% of my life doing.

the book was light – lighter than i would expect from its size, or perhaps it was just the excitement that i had in holding and possessing it – balancing it in my arms, positioning it just as i liked – allowing the sight of it to fill my gaze.  it possesses a classic design, hardly to be improved upon in 500 years… how do you improve upon perfection?  its spine yielded in the most inviting manner, bending and flexing to my touch without effort and with provocative eagerness.  the silken smoothness and softness of the contents within excited my fingertips and i marvelled at the luxurious feel as i reveled in its touch - the suppleness of the sheets – so very very different than the hard cold plastic that those same fingertips are subjected to continuously throughout the day.  as i turned the pages and laughed aloud in the subway train, i was so enthralled with the entire tactile, sensual, romantic experience… these words and these pages that would forever hold their shape, would forever whisper the same words to me, would forever be bright and clear and vital, and would forever caress my hands with their inviting smoothness and softness.

i used to organize all of my appointments and contacts in a daytimer, but i’ve been thinking of moving to a fully electronic system of organizing my life – a palm pilot or a blackberry or an iphone.  after 15 pages of my new book, i’ve decided to forget that plan and go back to books.  and i wonder how many other people out there could feel this way about the simplest thing?  and after re-reading this post, i’ve also decided that i need a cigarette. 

- g

luddite song-of-the-day:  eleanor rigby, the beatles


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adventure #14 - chuck palahniuk

May 23, 2007 19:01 by george
he's there in the back
getting closer
close enough to punch
meeting of the minds

one of my favourite (living) authors is Chuck Palahniuk.  i remember the combination of thrill and horror from reading survivor (nothing to do with the same-named television program) and feeling like i ’ve just lived an entire bizarre parallel life when i finished invisible monsters.  i think that even now, fight club is one of my favourite movies (and books, although, i saw the movie before i read the book).   i tried in vain to describe why i like him so much the other day – i think that it’s because he takes really relevant, universal, and often really lovely or altruistic themes and drags them through the muck and the grime of the absolutely worst urban chaos and decay and depravity to make them seem foreign, horrific and otherworldly, when really they are not.

the reading was at trendy yonge and eglinton (which locals affectionately refer to as “young and eligible”) at the chapters/indigo.  Due to my incredibly under-developed sense of tunnel-direction, i headed the wrong direction on the subway from work and ended up in “eglinton west” rather than plain old “eglinton”, a surprisingly hilly 3.3km or a 6 minute cab ride (or in my case, a 45 minute walk) away.  i arrived late and embarrassingly sweaty and took my rightful place near the back of the line of 750 other palahnimaniuks.

it struck me more or less immediately that this entire affair was probably the largest display of self-mockery and mass-irony in which i had ever participated (having never actually attended a southern evangelical revival gospel hour).  it completely contradicted the spirit of pretty much every one of his books that i had read.  Palahniuk writes about counter-culture, anti-consumerism, the perils of objectification and loss of identity – and here he was, in a chain bookstore, standing in front of a poster for Disney’s Pirates of the Caribbean, not meters away from a starbucks… fueling the idolatrous fervor of a small army of 19-year-old acolytes (was i the only 30+ burn-out-case who had earned the right to be there???  WTF!?!?)  with his (admittedly redeeming) wittiness and well-rehearsed stories.  i would have left more or less immediately upon arriving, except that he really does have very poignant ideas and images to share, if you can look through the layers of shock and disturbance that he lays over those ideas.  juxtaposition to the extreme.

his presentation went from about 7 (or 7:15 or so when i finally got my copy of rank and got settled in line) until about 8:30.  it was agonizing to have to wait from the worst possible vantage point and to merely listen to him give his presentation, ask trivia questions like he was his own little mini-culture, and entertain tediously obvious and demystifying questions from the audience.  he shared some really engaging anecdotes about starting at a new place of work and how we socialize with others, anecdotes about cold calling sales that crossed with prejudice, racism, fear of off-shore labour wars, young romance, and some anecdotes about what other people have told him at other promotions.  i ’d love to fill those outlines in here, but these aren’t my stories.

so after three hours of standing in line to see and be close to this icon of popular culture, thinking about what to say and what i wanted to learn from mr. icon, this is what the conversation went like:

CP: so this is for… Clark?
not-Clark: yeah.  so… do you ever actually get any interesting questions?
CP (signing very carefully and determinedly):
not-Clark: I mean, you must see so many people as they stream by and they are all straining to get your attention with unique and clever questions, and you must hear every conceivable type of question… doesn’t it all just kind of wash over you or do you still get surprised once in a while?
CP (finished signing some time ago):  (in a kind of tired, disinterested tone) well, i try and pay attention to everyone… thanks.
not-Clark:  thanks, Chuck!  good luck!

OMFG – that may have been the worst conversation that i had ever had with anyone, let alone a world-class cult-author.  i totally suck. 

i had him sign the book “Clark” because no one in any of his books ever goes by their proper or given names (usually not by choice).  which reminds me, i met this fabulous anthropology-grad in line.  she didn’t have a copy of rant (the only book that Chuck was supposed to be signing that evening) - she had a copy of haunted.  so i did my good deed for the day – i offered to team up with her to try to get her book signed.  when we got to the front, the corporate guy with the short blond hair and glasses in the bright green shirt tried to tell us that he would not sign her book, but i had set things up pretty well along the lineup so that at that very critical moment, after raising just the proper amount of centre-stage stress, another indigo-girl came along and convinced captain-green-shirt that we should be allowed to have our way.  so my favourite new anthropoligist got her book signed to “Sgt. Masochist”. 

she pointed out this opening part of haunted to me…

“Names based on our sins instead of our jobs:
"Saint Gut-Free."
And the "Duke of Vandals."
Based on our faults and crimes. The opposite of superhero names.” 

how am i not gonna like this girl?

- g

 

adventure cost:
$20.95 – autographed copy of rant by chuck palahniuk


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