Exploitation: Its Social Infection and Prevention!

Income inequality in the US

Exploitation is all around us.

Sure, we’re aware that people in powerful positions may take advantage of someone in a less powerful position. It’s just part of life right? WRONG! It doesn’t have to be part of your life! Everyone of us may currently be exploited. Of course we know that everything we read on Facebook may not be true or what we see on TV might not be completely accurate. Personally, I don’t see the nature of these things changing fast enough to warrant any time spent on writing article. However, I do want to bring your attention to a more important fact. How it happens in our everyday life and what we can do to stop it for good.

Anything or anyone that puts you down,

insults you or makes you feel poorly about yourself,is not doing it because they dislike you or even hate you. It’s because they need to make you feel badly about yourself, so you will act a certain way, that will only benefit them. The world is filled with people and things like this.

Commercials use supermodels to motivate you to spend your money

to buy their beauty products even though your already beautiful. Bosses insult and demean employees all the time, because they don’t want you to leave. It cost more money to hire and train someone new. This is why professors make their students feel dumb. Why  women work just as hard, or harder than a man and get paid less. This is why racism still exists and 99 percent of our county is poor while the rich capitalize off our misfortune. This is why women make their husband feel guilty about everything because they don’t want them to feel good enough to chose another mate. Some husbands are always putting their spouses down for the same reason. This is why after a day at the office we feel we need to have a drink or whatever, just to feel better about out day. And why so many of our citizens are addicted to drugs, gambling, sex, or anything that makes us feel good.

Facebook for example exploits your low self-image all the time

by showing you that wonderful new Ferrari that the neighbor up the street just bought. Yet, you haven’t enough cash to buy a solid meal at the restaurant you like. When we see that Jane or John finally got that promotion and we are working as janitors or waiters and waitresses cleaning up the vomit at 2:30 in the morning. It works because it makes us feel so lousy about ourselves that all we want to eventually see is someone suffering just like us. But, we never do, do we. The next post we read is about Suzy having the most beautiful baby you have ever laid eyes on. Or John going to the vacation destination you could never afford. This is called social stratification and it has secretly been running this country into the ground for hundreds of years. The time is now. It has to start with YOU! It has to start with each of our personal relationships and grow from there.

It’s not your fault you can’t get a good job!

You’re not too lazy to feed yourself or order dinner or go to the grocery store and get some food. You are brilliant, and they are frightened that you will show it. Therefore, the same opportunities are not presented to you. They are frightened that your brilliance will outshine their stupidity so fast that the job that pays them $250,0000 a year to ensure you don’t have access to a good school. They don’t want to see you succeed because they know that their ridiculously expensive lifestyle will come to a halt when we end up sharing the truth about society as it really is.

Human interaction is infused with hatred and violence

because exploiting others gets them rich, sells their products, keeps our government corrupt, lines the pockets of every lawyer with cash, and most certainly puts us all one step closer to complete human failure. Be on the lookout for situations or people that treat YOU like this and realize that is all about them and not about you at all. They want to control YOU. There is never a good enough reason to get upset or lose your temper, it only empowers them more because they know that getting angry clouds the very thing you need most, awareness. I’m not saying everyone should throw out there TV, get a divorce, quit their jobs, or move to Vermont. I am just saying, your worth more than that.

Be aware that you are worthwhile not worthless,

you are naturally beautiful, even though you don’t look like a Kardashian. And yes,even this message is full of manipulation because I am trying to exploit you to feel better about yourselves for my personal gain. It makes me feel good about myself to share this perspective with you.

Yes even I can admit that I am exploiting  you right now; to lead a more worthwhile life. Its because I understand the value of living in a healthy society. I would rather everybody be happy than just a small few. This is a wake-up call. If someone you know, your boss, your spouse, your friend, your family, or even your own Mother or Father, I’m reminded you that you do not have to take anyone’s crap. My ulterior hidden motive is that one day you will feel wonderful about who you are, and won’t need to put anyone down in order to rise above your own low self-image. This is my biggest wish for the world right now, today. I see nothing more important at this moment. Its ok, forgive yourself, it was never you to begin with. Go on now, it’s time for you to live your own life, the way you have always wanted to. Best luck on your Journey and never forget, “You ain’t got nothing that they ain’t got!! ”

 

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A New Era: Solidarity & Innovation

Capitalism is the most boring of economic systems today. Instead of a nation fostering invention, art, culture and creative ideas, its ends up being a race to push and pull the tides of cash flow. Neither intelligence or brilliance of any kind are needed here. Sadly, the people of the highest intellectual value in a society are treated poorly, while the poor and homeless live rent free. Something is very wrong here. One day together, as a nation, we can and will achieve solidarity and just purposes for everyone. I believe it is possible. I believe that one day we won’t have to exploit the tired, the hungry, the poor that we not too long ago invited to this country for promise of a better lifestyle. I believe in each and every one of you, wanting to wake up in your own town and not worry about things like mortgages, rent, food, shelter, energy costs, and a depleting ozone.

One day, we will be forced to make a decision. Either we can go on the way we are going and end in complete destruction of all basic human needs. Or, we can start to give credit where credit is due.

We can educate the lost ones. We can feed the minds and bellies of the homeless. We can begin to take care of everyone by relinquishing our systems broken hierarchies. We can let go of our familiar ideas of who’s who and what’s on the TV for dinner. We can believe in ourselves again, and take pride in knowing that at least our country won’t be the laughing stock of other nations news channels forever. We can start immediately.

WE can start by retiring those people who no longer justify the positions of power and income. We can start by recreating a leveling-mechanism which serves to redistribute wealth. We can begin by realizing that our system only truly serves the complete needs of its people, that are in positions of great power. It’s time to rethink the way we live. It’s time to rethink how and why we way pay the wrong people to perform tasks they are not suited for just because they know someone. It’s time to rethink the whole concept of what a nation is and what the values of a country, state, city, town, street, household, person should be. This will not work without you. This can only work with you. Thank you.

A Child of the 80s; The 1980s

A Map of Thailand

Last night I was watching some AMC on the flat screen TV at the bar. The Karate Kid was playing. To my right sat a dark skin gentlemen who looked a few years younger than myself. To my left was a good friend of mine, a child of the 90’s. I mentioned under my breath, “did you know, the reason I took karate classes when I was young, was because I thought Ralph Macchio was the absolute coolest person ever?” Both of them ignored what I had said, but the ice was broken.

As I watched him learn many things from Mr. Miyagi his karate instructor, I was reminded of the fact that both the main character and I had no father figure, we were both raised by a singe mom. When my father was home, he was either extremely mean, or just not present. He was usually away for years at a time. I learned to prefer his absence very quickly.

As I watched in awe while Ralph Macchio performed the crane technique, at the end of the movie, I recalled dreaming about one day mastering that technique and kicking all my foes in the forehead, with the bone part of my heel. Sadly, it never came to be. I felt that the movie was a kind of a stand up to bullies movie. I was bullied quite a bit. Thank goodness I never tried that technique.

While on the topic we then started to chat about Michael J. Fox and how influential he was to us as children. I actually started to learn how to skateboard because of those few tricks that he pulled off, which made me instantly respect and admire skateboarders enough to become one. When we found out the MJF had some degenerative brain disease we were both heartbroken. I mean sure he is out there in the media doing the best he can, but as a kid you don’t understand those things, you just get real disappointed and move on to a new perfect person to admire.

I was a pretty good skater when I was young all because of MJF. I could ollie 3 boards, kick flip, only one direction, and shifty left and right all over the street. I even remember studying the trick in which you push down on the tail of the board and the front pops up right into your hand, just because MJF did it.

In the eighties we had no Tv’s in our rooms. So we had the next best thing, posters. My walls and ceiling were covered with neat and perfectly aligned posters of Alyssa Milano , Samantha Fox, Sheena Easton, and Corey Haim. There was an unspoken contest in which the kid with the most posters was secretly revered as a god. I filled up every inch of my bedroom ceiling and walls.

For toys, I had quite the collection of GI Joe figurines who would be in chronic battles. I designed a rope swing for them and due to their ability to hold a position for hours, I was able to create a complex system of zip lines so one side could triumph over another. I knew how to set them so they could ride the whole length of the Zipline. After all, knowing is half the battle. I kept my GI Joe figures in a box with individually labeled tombs which resembled a platform tomb, an above ground burial for those with no souls. They just stayed there, waiting for me to come breathe life into them and animate their arms and legs into fixed upright battle positions. Sometimes they were a bit tough to balance with all the weapons they shipped with. But I surmised a way to make them stand no matter how tempting it was to give up.

The music I enjoyed, which I really didn’t start to appreciate until I was about 11, were some of the most popular bands of the decade. I liked Skid Row’s 18 and life, Twisted Sister’s We aint gonna take it, Def Leopard’s Pyromania Album, Motley Crue’s Girls Girls Girls, Guns and Roses Sweet Child of Mine and Patience, Cinderella’s hit song, Aha’s Take on Me, and many others. Each of these albums were contained inside a small rectangular piece of hard plastic with a magnetic black tape inside of it, which would magically travel over a head with a slow speed and play these songs in the order that they were on the tape. My father believed this music contribute to my delinquent behavior and horrible sense of entitlement. As I said, I preferred it when he was away.

We had no Compact Discs back then. Imagine having to listen through each song on an album just to hear the next song. If you didn’t, you could risk never finding the correct song at all. The fast forward, play, stop, and eject buttons were the only buttons found on these machines that played magical magnetic cassette tapes. To rewind the song, the tape would need to be ejected, flipped over and fast forwarded to a good estimate of the time that it rewound on the other side. Remember, everything you did to the one side if you flipped the tape over would occur in reverse. For instance fast forward was reverse with the tape flipped over. It took a good amount of critical thinking just to play the desired song on a tape. This made radio much more appealing to the masses.

Truth be told during middle school we wore some strange sh#&t. I remember wearing an all white outfit with pink suspenders and fluorescent neon paint splatters all over the pants and shirt, to a high school dance. I also remember wearing another brand of pants called Z. Cavarriccis and how odd they were to have a hundred buttons that kept going from your lower abdomen area the the middle of your stomach. Also, when summer broke, so did the length of the pants. The only difference was the we called these short length nightmarish fluorescent mess of colors, that were way over the knee, Jams. Not sure what the origin of that was. Anyone remember Zubaz?

In other fashion, torn or ripped clothes were considered to have high sex appeal. Of course there did have to be some style or pattern to the rips and tears on the pants and shirts and blouses. As in fashion, to be cool, you need to follow the rules. You couldn’t just rip them willy nilly. Also, the proper way to display the bottom of your jeans or pants was to fold the bottoms as tightly as you could around your shins and then hike up your white socks as high as they would go over top the pant legs. The goal was to see was socks, not pants bottoms. The stuff we wore was so weird back then that nothing really lasted.

The only fashion still in effect from those days is the infamous motorcycle jacket, sans tassels. Michael Jackson influenced us all to wear motorcycle jackets because he wore one in a few of his videos. How was I to know many had worn them way before he did. Michael Jackson was truly the epitome of cool. When his first set came on the scene music videos were beginning to air for the first time, on this new TV channel called MTV, it was like a tidal wave hit our nation. Soon after, Madonna came on the scene with her sexy music videos that took the focus right off off MJ’s cool moves and one handed sequent glove. She put the focus right on her backside and chest area. MTV was clearly breaking down barriers of what and what not should be on TV.

Michael Jackson was so cool that we all ran out and bought dance instruction videos which led eventually to the discovery of break-dancing; a robotic flowing motion that moved in cycles though out your body while the other parts stayed perfectly still and motionless. This led to the cardboard box era where people were taking old refrigerator boxes, laying them out on the ground and spinning themselves all for hours upon hours. I bought an instructional Break Dancing Video Tape and learned how to perform the worm on the red carpet of my Grandfathers bedroom.

Watching a videotape back then was no easy task. There was always some type of issue with the option called “tracking”. It took just the right person to nudge this setting so the static would be removed from the screen and the purple lines and other video noise could be hardly seen. This took a great amount of skill and patience to correct. We dealt with it just fine.

Oh yeah and if you were a girl, I felt really bad for you because you had the spray the crap out of your hair with superglue to get the bangs up higher than any object could last on ones head with out falling off. Girls spent hours getting their hair just right and it was weird. I really liked girls when I was a teenager. My goodness how much I liked them. I had no dignity, and thought they all liked me back. Much to my disappointment they all did not. Hormones were clouding my mind.

The eighties was a weird fun time to be a kid in this country. People’s values were changing rapidly, computers were first introduce to the public, and Media was changing just about everything expected to see, hear or read about. It would have been impossible to convince the smartest man on earth at that time that children would now be walking around with pocket computers more powerful than any computer the size of a whole floor of a small building. This article is being typed on a portable computer, or laptop which when closed is less than half an inch high. It’s both amazing and frightening to see how much has changed since the eighties. If I had the chance I would go back there again just to visit. I am sure one day we will be able to do that as well. Anything is possible with time.

 

#memories #childoftheeighties

Why You can’t “Just Google It!”

Just Google It

Why “Just googling it still doesn’t always work!”

At my school library a few days ago I was researching a topic for a report due in my communications theory class. Due to the complexity of the topic I realized I might need to swallow my pride and ask for help. I did what any university student would do, walked up to consult with one of the librarians, standing behind a large dark wooden counter, to ask how to find something specific. I was looking for some information about the Spiral of Silence communication theory and needed some advice on which database to look into to conduct this type of research. The A-Z database list contained so many databases that I found myself overwhelmed.

Arriving at the counter I became overwhelmed. I felt  intimidated by the enormous size of the three floor structure. But, necessity overruled my intimidation and I became motivated. I approached the desk. I was greeted cheerily. With my laptop in my hand I pointed to the difficulty I had while looking through the A-Z list of databases to locate the correct one for my chosen topic. The very first answer I received was shocking. The paid librarian suggested that I “Just Google It” as if all my troubles would be whisked away by the purity and ease that a simple search engine offered to me. She seemed as though she had offered me a thousand dollars worth of advice at absolutely no cost to me but my time.

Here in lies the first and hopefully most glaring problem. Google Inc, is a giant corporation whose stock is among the widely sought after in the world today. Google’s main revenue stream is from advertising. I will not even bother to cite that statement, because it is obvious and in plain sight that when you google anything at all, their are both paid and unpaid search results coupled by the Wikipedia articles that are publicly edited. This logically leads me to my grave concerns about researching any topic by just googling it. How could I trust the information?

After attempting to Google it, I found myself having to sort through search results to find information written from credible sources and not just a hack writer with a blog article. I knew that Wikipedia, from my experience was editable by anyone and could not possibly have the information I needed. If you follow this link you too can edit absolutely any article on wikipedia and forever leave your own mark in the annals of history.

Next comes the collegiate links. I suppose in this day and age, most college students in the country are putting more and more research papers online. After all, the whole world could see the wonderful papers done by students in the college and possibly attract new students to the enrollment center as well. Or at least that’s what we’re led to believe. In all honesty I don’t think it’s legal to put a student paper online anyway. Nonetheless, there they were. Again, I wasn’t looking for research already summarized by someone else. How many times can the same information be summarized before losing its complete meaning and purpose?

Disappointed, with my MacBook Pro in hand, I asked a second librarian how I could obtain usable research about my chosen topic, Elisabeth Noelle-Neumann’s Spiral of Silence. I was practically heartbroken at the second response I received, primarily due to the overwhelming, increasing number of thousands of dollars I owe to this institution of higher learning. I took special care this time to preface my question. I parroted the statement that I received from the last librarian before asking my question. I began the question with, “The last librarian said Just Google it” and then I went into my question about how to find information for my research paper. Her reaction stunned me.

She looked just as confused as I was. She stared right through me, stared into my eyes as if to verify that there was any signs of noticeable brain activity going on inside me. So I did the same and saw nothing. Then, she proceeded to quell my moment of perceived ignorance with a little chat. Like the kind of talking to that is received when you get pulled over by a State Trooper. As if I had no idea how fast I was going. The topic of my personal chat, as you probably guessed by the length of this article, was in fact aptly donned “ The wondrous power of Google.” Honestly, I had never felt like dropping out of continuing education faster in all the years prior of attending college. Usually it took e a few minutes to erase any thoughts of consequential thinking over the money I was to pay back.

I couldn’t stand listening any more, I cut her off. I said calmly, as if to best protect her reputation as a University Librarian and of course not to cause any feelings of public embarrassment, “Why do you think I came to the Library in the first place, could I not have just googled it at home?” I was shocked. She then recommended me to visit a specialist in the field of Librarian and sent me to a third and most helpful woman. Not hiding behind any large wooden four foot structure, sat a lady right when you walk in who was currently busy helping someone find something. I thought, “gee this is it, if this doesn’t work, I am going to e-mail the Dean and see what the problem really is.”

Low and behold I was impressed. This woman knew exactly how to use the A-Z database search to locate any topic about any subject and helped me in under 5 minutes. I was really impressed. It reminded me of the amazing quality of help I received while I attended Northampton Community College. I’d be willing to bet my entire education on the fact that even though the Northampton Library is a tiny spec compared to the enormity of the three floor building at East Stroudsburg University, that the librarians at NCC could out perform the current team at ESU with staggering odds. I went from a library that could only fit maybe 15 chairs at NCC, that could assist anyone with anything, to a building on ESU campus that sat hundreds of boisterous students and was running at sadly only one third their expected operating level.

“Just Googling It” especially for school research projects, is one of the absolute worst ways to find anything valuable to you or your GPA. Sure, you could get lucky and find something on the first try, but why even chance it. It could take hours of fondling around on google to find anything. Why not go directly to the source that wrote the article in the first place. With so many writers and so many advertisements it is almost impossible to find anything of any educational value anymore on the internet. Even Google Scholar misses the mark with its weird samples of actual books and a pay funnel to obtain the hard copy. Why go to Google at all to research any topic? If I were a professor I would not accept any sources other than that found through the school library’s database searches.

If you are an ESU student needing to perform research for a paper please go to the ESU Library Database. I truly hope this article will shed some light on doing research online for a school paper with proper sources that are cited. And I hope that someone in the administration reads this and makes sure to educate the appropriate staff.

Cyber Bullying:

Bullies In The 21st Century

Stop Cyber bullying

What is cyber bullying? 

Its not too difficult for anyone over the age of 30, to think back to their own childhood schoolyard experiences and remember a situation or two when someone you knew was bullied. Perhaps, hopefully not, you have been the bully or have been bullied. Regardless, we all know that bullying exists. But today there exists an even more inappropriate and harmful method of bullying; cyber-bullying.

Cyber-bullying is a crime. It can be anything from a negative text about someone to an all out gang of people posting insults on someone’s Facebook wall. Perhaps you or someone you know has posted a not so innapropiate picture of someone you knew in an extremely negative light. Perhaps they were drinking or acting a little crazy and someone thought they would gain friends by putting the photo on the internet for all to see. Through technology today, everyone is capable of cyber bullying.

Two forms of cyber bullying: Direct & Indirect.

Unfortunately, with the rapid growth of technology in the digital age, comes new consequences. An angry teen can post a photo of someone they dislike perhaps because they are dating the person of their dreams and they are jealous. This is called direct cyber bullying. Or maybe an adult who was terminated from their job decided to post pictures of their own boss cheating on their significant other. Recently, on Facebook, I had witnesses a domestic violence case erupt when a woman posted photos of her fresh facial bruises and tagged the person in the photo that was allegedly beating her. In these situations there is never any winners. Since it was a person I once knew well, I became upset, but refrained from any communication. Sometimes the best thing to do is not respond at all. This information will be on Facebook for the rest of all of their lives and long after they are over. The other form of cyber bullying called indirect bullying.

Indirect cyber-bullying is sometimes more harmful then direct bullying. How many of us remember the story of Justine Sacco, the now-former director of corporate communications at media company IAC. Before she was about to board a plane to South Africa she tweeted: “Going to Africa. Hope I don’t get AIDS. Just kidding. I’m white!” To her surprise, because of the lack of cell service on her flight, when she landed her tweet had gone viral without her knowing. She was greeted by many angry african citizens who thought it appropriate to throw stones at her while she un-boarded the plane. Regardless of the situation, forgetting about who was right and who was wrong, we are now facing a new form of terrorism that needs to be contained. No-one is immune to this type of an attack. People’s lives were negatively affected by the thousands over this tweet.

Not just Facebook!

Any form of negative insults sent over any type of digital media including even a private text message, is considered cyber-bullying. How many of us are guilty of this? Probably more than we would like to admit. Yes, even I am admitting that I may have sent a not so positive digital transmission over text, e-mail, or social media. I remember when I first learned how to text and consequently learned that it took less effort to send a text to someone via text, than to say it to them directly. I found it easier to cancel an appointment, talk about intimate details, and even argue through sending texts. I even had a break up occur over text as I am sure some of you had as well. The primary reason for this is the reason that we all enjoy about digital communication the most; the ability to have more courage to say what we like without fear of consequences. This electronic form of communication transcends space and time and always gives the sender an upper-hand. Is it not safer to communicate bad news or even insults to one another using this medium. Clearly this is a moral dilemma as well as a societal one. What are we to do about this?

FACTS

The 2008–2009 School Crime Supplement (National Center for Education Statistics and Bureau of Justice Statistics) indicates that 6% of students in grades 6–12 experienced cyber bullying.

The 2011 Youth Risk Behavior Surveillance Survey finds that 16% of high school students (grades 9-12) were electronically bullied in the past year.

Cyber Bully Prevention

Teachers

The first thing we can do to prevent cyber-bullying is to help spread awareness that is exists. Sharing with students of all ages how it’s done and what it’s effects are can help to increase awareness. Teachers can share information about the fatalities that are caused by these negative threats. During class today our Professor had the courage to talk about this and brought it to the classes attention so there is hope. Educational systems need to increase awareness of this dreadful tactic by requiring teachers to include this in their curriculum whether they agree with it or not.

Parents

We also need to take extra care and pay more attention to your children’s online habits. Children are the ones that must live out their full lives with the technology we have built. I, for one, feel responsible enough to write this article about cube-bullying in hopes to prevent a dark future for the next generation to come. It’s ok to ask for your child’s passwords to access their social media profiles. It’s ok to share with them the consequences and laws for breaking the rules about cyber-bullying. If you don’t, then who will?

Website Content Creators

We need to take extra care when it comes to our articles we write. We need to be responsible enough to make sure that our posts are not harming or hateful in nature. It is illegal to spread hatred and negativity on a large scale such as digital media. Many of us enjoy using social media to complain about a company or corporation mistreating us, our friends, or our loved ones. Sure we are human, and subject to the same ebb and flow of emotion just like anyone. This does not mean we have the right to spread hatred and negativity to all our thousands of viewers a month (Bots Excluded). There is a link that you can place on the bottom of your pages to link to the appropriate information about cyber-bullying.

We can all make a positive difference in a person’s life, starting today!

I will begin my solution to this problem by posting a logo with a link at the bottom of my sites pages, so is displays on every page of my blog.

For more info see links below.

Sources Cited

http://www.stopbullying.gov/cyberbullying/what-is-it/index.html#effectsofcyberbullying

http://www.independent.co.uk/news/people/news/pr-executive-justine-sacco-apologises-after-losing-job-over-racist-aids-joke-provoked-hasjustinelandedyet-twitter-storm-9020809.html

Humans: The New Cash Crops? The Commodification of Culture

Humans the new cash crop

Are Humans the New Cash Crops?

Humans the new cash crop

We are no longer born with innate value to bolster a thriving society based on positive morals and strong values. We are born into a type of slavery in which our worth is no longer assessed by our achievements, but only by our abilities to increase consumer consumption of the products, beliefs and cultures that we display. Welcome to the new world order in which we are each being bought sold and traded as digital cattle and branded not by the choices that we make, but by the products that we use.  Welcome to the commodification of culture and ourselves, the human race.

This stark new world can be thought of as a prison that we have built ourselves, which functions to measure the effectiveness of every man, woman, and child by their ability to indirectly sell products. We now are advertising ourselves and each other without any form of recompense, other than invisible fame and fortune. This is becoming a world that breeds mainly Machiavellians and masochists due to these new chilling facts. A locale in which anyone’s heritage can be commodified without disclosure and sold to those born without a rich history, is no place for a human with an honest desire to live among moral people. But who are we to say anything, after all now we have Facebook?

How is Facebook Still Free?

The primary cause of the success of social media giants like Facebook is because the platform freely provides the ability to the advertiser, whom perform a last minute bait and switch tactic. Ladies and gentlemen we are the bait, and their products are put in your place at the first and last stage of the sale. Your culture is now on sale in isle 3 right along with the Frozen food and ice cream sandwiches. Your family’s traditions are now by two get one free. The very advice that rolled off the tongue of your dying grandmother has now been bought up by an advertising agency to use as a tagline for a toothbrush advertising campaign. Nothing is sacred any longer.

What are we to do? After all, there must be some positive that can come of this, if we don’t place our dignity or self-respect on a clearance rack. After all, we can now communicate with cultures around the globe. As fast as we can talk, text, or speak, our signal, which is nothing more than ones and zeros gets sent through the air at faster than light speeds to a destination halfway across the earth or closer. Is this to be looked at as all bad? Is it not true that with this technology we are finally able to educate third world countries as to how to become an upstanding member of the global economy and begin trading, taxing, and governing themselves. Or is there an ulterior motive?

Education is a good thing!

Are we educating poor undeveloped communities to worship and depend on technology to think for them. Are we raising these groups according to the values and cultures and perspectives of the corporation that can afford to pay their tele-communication bills? Are those corporations taking advantage of the naiveté of the technologically impaired in order to commodity their culture by trading tele-communication service for an entire culture to eventually place it on a discount rack for ad agencies looking to target a new niche demographic?

There are many pros and cons to this new commodification of people without their full comprehension of the disclosure. In a way, in the country in which I live, capitalism has always had the final say in what stays and what goes. In this sense it can be thought of self-governing and regulating. But is it healthy for society as whole?

This morning of February 23rd, 2014 I propose the following inventory questions as guideposts to measure our success as a single race of humans by ensuring the common good of all mankind does not become forsaken by the media moguls.

8 Guidelines for New Media

  1. Does this messages content help to create a peaceful world or does it portray violence as an instrument is used by power to instill fear in the unarmed?
  2. Is this broadcast’s source reliable and trustworthy?
  3. Does this website use technology that is unfamiliar to me, if so where can I find trustworthy information about it and the full consequences of its use.
  4. Every digital document’s terms and conditions shall be provided in easy to read and understand writing and should be comprehensible for anyone above the age of twelve.
  5. A free of charge public organization should be able to be contacted by anyone anonymously, in efforts to prevent unethical and immoral corporations or individuals from obtaining and distributing any personalized recorded information without complete approved disclosure.
  6. Does this digital transmission solely exist to earn revenue from an unrelated enterprise or venture?
  7. Does this information help to demonstrate what a world without poverty and violence would look like according to betterment of the word as a whole?
  8. Does this information portray any culture, race, society, group, symbol, religion, or individual in a negative light without first providing the prior causal, factual history that led up to this content being created?

 

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E-lightenment – A short story about the Apple iPhone 5S release line – by Jeremiah Williams

Pic of waiting in line for the new iPhone 5S
AT&T store Bartonsville PA, September 20th.

It was late, or early, depending on your point of view. The night was dark and cold, about 38 degrees. The orange glow illuminated, what looked like smoke from a cigarette, my every exhalation. On first glance, it looked like a ghost town on the surface of mars, since an orange-yellow hue surrounded the building and each light source. As I scanned the area, I noticed a few vehicles parked out front by the entrance, with engines combusting. These vehicles weren’t moving, I had a hunch they were being used for protection from the outdoors and their heat was cranked.

A few chairs sat outside the entranceway which had hidden cameras and a set of energy efficient fog lights aimed at the clear glass doors. I was overwhelmed with a combination of joy and delirium. I hadn’t slept in 20 hours and I never expected to be fourth on this line. “Gotta love the Poconos,” I thought. After all I had heard about hundreds of people camping out in Lehigh Valley and King of Prussia mall just to not leave empty handed. What was to be hopefully attained by all, was a form of elite enlightenment, of which I now call, E-LIGHTENMENT, which would be granted to a small few, out of hundreds of thousands.

First order of business was to bide my time, and eradicate the possibility of falling asleep unintentionally. I parked the car. I noticed the chairs, so I placed mine third in the queue which started at the glass doors, just to be safe. My first concern, as always after consuming copious amounts of caffeinated coffee, was a toilet. I saw two possibilities: a 24 hour supermarket, or a gas station. I knew the supermarket’s toilets were kept neat and clean at this hour, yet it was a bit farther away then the dingy minuscule mart that had stations for 18 wheelers. Tired and dizzy, I crossed the four-lane highway to avoid the longer haul.

Upon entering the dimly lit gaseteria, I was practically assaulted by the smell of feces that invaded my nostrils in this ambush nasal. I decided to make haste. A blind man would have no problem locating the bathroom in this shithole. I pushed on. I had already taken my life into my own hands once that night by crossing the four lane highway which consequently made me more alert than I expected. The fear or getting run over was intensified by may lack of awareness and sleep. I entered the small room only to be fired upon by the stench of chemical warfare which shot up my nose. I made my contribution.

Pic of waiting in line for the new iPhone 5S
AT&T store Bartonsville PA, September 20th.

I arrived back at my Jag, after the battle, overwhelmed with a sense of delirious excitement. I was curious to meet my new set of obsessed friends. I took a walk and a chance and knocked on a window. I was greeted by a happy intellectual voice, loudly welcoming me in a Jamaican accent, into the car to watch a streaming movie on his old 3G. He too was a loner, like me, who’s obsession with technology drove him to madness as well. I got in, it was warm, and the devices audio was playing through the car stereo which created a superb movie watching experience. I knew things would be fine between him and I.

At least halfway into the gory horror movie, I noticed the moon was no longer very high in the sky and a few more vehicles had just pulled up. I was again consumed by excitement. Our conversation over the movie was that of Apps. This man was an App Guru. He had, in my best Dustan Hoffman in Rainman guess, 4 rows of 27 by 4 screen fulls, about 513 Apps, on his phone. We chatted for a while, I learned he was from Trinidad. “What a neat accent to have” I thought to myself. The movie was just too intense for me so I got out to meet some new friends.

I waved politely, it was a girl. Fantastic, and not to hard on eye either. Just what I like, not gorgeous yet not unattractive either. The night kept gettin better. As I introduced myself to everyone in a calm and scary overtired clown kind of way, we all started to chat. I had broken the ice. Thats what I do, break ice. I have always been a kind of social lubricant on my own and enjoy that quality about myself greater each year. It was now getting light out.

Pic of waiting in line for the new iPhone 5S
AT&T store Bartonsville PA, September 20th.

The light of day seemed to cut the power pines to all the lights in the parking lot, including the fog lights aimed at the glass doors where our line began. Curiously, I wondered who the genius was who thought everybody in line would be represented by a object they owned. A great idea was this. We all followed suit. We weren’t chained to the queue, and there was no confusion about the order of the line. This type of pecking order is always created within groups; a beginning a middle and an end, without anybody taking charge. This just seems to happen naturally, and beautifully when allowed to.

The sign on the door read, September 20th, we will be opening at 8:00 am, and it there wasn’t much time to left. Eleven people now stood on the line, and many of them smoking at the same time. Disgusting! I was a fool for ever smoking, since it did nothing for me but help destroy capillaries and create more anxiety than I ever admitted. There they were in their button down shirts and fancy name-tags, approaching the entrance with their slick set of keys and box of donuts for nobody but themselves. A person in line shouted the most cliched statement that has ever left a persons lips since the beginning of time, “What none for us?” I chuckled out of sympathy for the shouter, since he was as we all were: overtired, cranky, bored and excited.

Pic of waiting in line for the new iPhone 5S
AT&T store Bartonsville PA, September 20th.

8:00 was quickly approaching, the line was growing in an irrational number: e. Then a, man finally came out with an iPad and started taking down the line order and everyone’ s information to hopefully speed the dwindling of the line. He had this look in his eye as if today were going to be a very long day for him and his colleagues. For him it was, for us, it was going to be a day filled with button pushing bliss of the elite variety.

Pic of waiting in line for the new iPhone 5S
AT&T store Bartonsville PA, September 20th.

For us it was to be a day that only few would experience. For us it was our day. For us it is a day of triumph that we all had longed for. I suspected that for many of us, triumph was not a part of our everyday routine. But today, this day, we had all won the only war we could win and outsmarted and out foxed the largest amount of opponents any of us could ever dream of. Today we are victorious! Today, is our day. Today is the day that we can walk around the living as an object of envy for a change. Today we held in our hand an item that is far more advanced and sophisticated that anyone else’s in the country. A machine that not only began the birth of the first handheld Ai unit ever made, but aided us in our daily tasks with ease and without human interaction at. A device which unlike any of it’s kind would respond to our touch and read our own unique fingerprint to unlock. This victory will not be forgotten, and can never be taken away from us. It was us with ten minutes that 8:00 came that were filled with joy and memories that would mark us forerunners of the elite, until the end. We had all became E-LIGHTENED.

Pic of waiting in line for the new iPhone 5S
AT&T store Bartonsville PA, September 20th.

Thanks to everyone who waited in line with that cold dark day, if you happen to come across this article please shoot me a message.

written by Jeremiah Williams

By the Water – A duet of photography and writing.

photography by Jeremiah Williams of the Hurricane Wall in New Bedford MA.
Photo taken by Jeremiah Williams. In New Bedford, MA. On May 30th 2013.

What would it be like to live by the sea? Near water, it seems thoughts are clearer, and have a slower pace. Perhaps, there is a profound physiological reaction that caused from the nearness of water. It relaxes, it soothes, it even surrenders us. Water can create and destroy life. There are many robust and yet subtle properties that water contains.

The sea affects all the senses. Inside the ears, it presents a down-tempo rhythmic swish and swash. It is the heartbeat of mother nature herself. Through the eyes it provides a clear reflection of what is above it, or a beautifully textured, glistening, distortion of light. It keeps it from becoming dry and cracked and maintains the body’s natural balance of moisture. In a word, salty, tastes the sea.

Water can give life to all things that are near. People, plants and animals, will die without it. Although the rains spread it out, it only delivers a small fraction of the whole. To lift up all that massive weight would take an act of unbridled strength. We are all born in water. Water is necessary for all things to grow. Water quenches natures thirst to thrive and grow.

Water can take the lives of many. When a tornado, hurricane, twister or strong winds blow large bodies of water, it can eradicate life on huge areas of land. An earthquake may cause water to rise up hundreds of feet above sea level. A Tsunami has killed almost one-third of a million people in Indonesia in 2004. It is among the deadliest of forces which mother nature wields. Water will drown things that need air to survive.

When water is frozen is creates land masses that have made walkways. This is called an ice-bridge and supposedly enabled humans access to other continents, during the ice-age. Frozen water makes refreshing desserts. Some people like to skate over the frozen water. There exists a wonderful treat for children made mainly of frozen water. It is called a popsicle. Some believe it to travel from two continents over an ice-bridge. When water boils it removes bacteria and dirt. Water is used to make stew and soup and so many other meals too. Hot water can also scald the skin, making the skin sting for days on end.

Water gives life and takes it away. Water always coats everything it touches without ever missing a piece. With it’s unimaginable size and weight, is hard to imagine a force that can tame it. Water is beautiful and still terrifying. Yet ,there it sits. Perfectly adjusted to its surroundings and behaving like an obedient child, at least for right now.

The End.

Written by Jeremiah Williams to accompany a photograph taken by Jeremiah Williams. This photograph was taken by a hurricane bridge in New Bedford, MA. On the last day in May in 2013. While he was up to visit his Aunt and cousins in a home that was an integral piece of history within his family, and is now being sold due to economical reasons.

Dear Old Grand Dad

While I stare at all of you, while your lit up, I am reminded of unforgettable memories. The first memory was made by my dear Old Granddad. When I was thirteen, I was playing pool with some friends in the basement of their ‘rents house, in central Jersey. I was intrigued when my buddy introduced me to his grandfather, who had reached one-hundred. When his Granddad and I began to exchange ideas, I began to feel more confident.  The confusion was starting to clear up. I seemed that since that the two of us joined forced, we became an unstoppable team of old and new. I was unbeatable that night. I was on fire. I couldn’t lose. I felt the acceleration of the love of the spirit coursing through my veins like a bullet train heading downhill without any brakes. Then, my throat became enlarged and pleasantly swollen with great intention. I had no idea what was to happen next.

Suddenly, my 100 year old granddad had to leave. I felt betrayed. Who was going to be on my side now? Certainly not them, I thought to myself. No, not those people who have given me nothing but challenges, competition and confusion. I supposed we eventually all crossed the line, but It was I that won the race that night. I was the champion. The winner.  Who knew I was full of such courage? It was then that I learned the hardest lesson of all. The two types of people that are loneliest in this world are the ones on the bottom, and the ones of the top.  Looking back, I should have thrown that race, because of the precedent it set.  But now, there I stood, oozing with the stench of glorious madness. My eyes were fiery red and my chin was cocked down, in case a punch to the neck was thrown. I couldn’t fight, except for that night. This memory illustrated why the Buddha spoke in opposites during his life. I was the living example of why they warned all of us when we were young.

This is the reason men fight instead of forgive, why men judge instead of offering the benefit of the doubt,  and why this place has become a prison instead of a ballroom.

Soon I will have dementia again…..

– Jeremiah Williams – 🙂