Had a family discussion tonight about the amazing web history… My sister reminded me of the mid 90s when I slept her over house and my brother-in-law connected us to the net, via the dial up phone line, for the first time. It was like stepping into uncharted territory.. dialing up to watch a website load, it taking three minutes.. and you being a part of the information superhighway.
Those glorious days of ugly GIFs and badly designed websites.. those days of 60+ search engines instead of Google dominating.. those days of “Chat lines” that adults said to stay away from (Chat1.com was my favorite).. Yes, indeed, the wild west of the web was at your fingertips, you just had to stick around for a while to let the web load.
Things then weren’t really “live.” But if you searched enough you were able to find some cutting edge sites. Artbell.com, drudgereport.com, and some others were on the fringe. They charted territory for the future. And Geocities and Angelfire in reality could be considered the first blogs. People on them told a personal story.. the 20th century unplugged was on free sites with really long web links. Now it’s blogger and Tumblr and… well, you know the rest.
And why do I bring this up? Well, because first off I can and secondly because it shows how far we have come. From the days when you can be anonymous online to the current world where everyone knows your name, along with A/S/L and what you are currently eating, or drinking, or thinking.
The mid 90s in my opinion was the greatest time for the web. It was exciting and fresh.. it was amazing and new. And now it’s stale and everyone, governments and corporations combined, just want to control it.
Remember when it was fun to dial up and be connected? And wen you met someone in a chat room you did not trust, you just quick reached around and unplugged the phone line from the wall. Those were the days. Safety first, submission of personal data second. How things have changed..
I remember a computer was my Christmas gift in the later 90s.. I remember I had no clue what I was doing. I just hooked up and, well, suddenly the world was at my fingertips. I even remember when I figured out how to design a website (And if you know anything about me you know that HorroReport.com is my other site and it has maintained the same design since 2001, for better or worse.)
And now here we are.. the net is everywhere, you are connected no matter where you go. I think I liked the dial up disconnect. The ability to stop the net for a while and just hang up on the worldwide web of superinformation on a superhighway.
Those days are gone. Here are the days of Facebook.. constantly being connected.. and in a way constantly being disconnected. People went from visiting online to living online. Tumbling through things to Tumblering through things. From posting photos occasionally to lifestreaming, livevideo, and live everything.
The wild days of the net are gone. The predictable days of the net are here.
Bring back the 90s, when everything was fresh and new.
But it can’t be that way.
No matter how many moving GIFs you put on your site..
Sunday, June 10, 2012
The old days are gone.. a stroll down amnesia lane: The internet that once was
Tonight in the world of music: Concussions and nipples
Lady Gaga suffers concussion during JUDAS in New Zealand.. Dancer hit her in the head with a pole .. And even more news from the strange world of female artists: Lady Gaga may have been hit during a concert but Madonna hit her audience with a shocking little red blotch: She flashed her nipple in Istanbul.. So Lady Gaga hit in New Zealand.. Madonna’s bare breast in Istanbul. More proof that nothing exciting in the world of music happens in the United States anymore..
Some weird nuke stuff, don't you think?
BOOMS AND RADIATION READINGS: INTRIGUE IN THE MIDWEST..
Strange mystery in Indiana and south Michigan.. rumors of snapped trees and shaking booms before a spike in radiation numbers.. Levels went as high on some gauges to 7,139 CPM ..
Officials claim “mistaken readings” have caused the concern.. say no real cause for intrigue..
Flashback May 29 2012: Mysterious Michigan booms “not from earthquakes or jets”
Flashback January 17 2012: Strange Indiana booms draw many theories..
What could go wrong!? Israel plans to place thousands of Africans into detention camp
And some more information from sources on this Israel/African refugee issue:
Human Rights watch slams..
Rising tensions..
52% of Jewish Israelis say illegal African migrants is ‘a cancer’..
Israel offering cash to Africans who leave..
What could go wrong!? Israel plans to place thousands of Africans into detention camp
Saturday, June 9, 2012
I don’t know how this will end but I sure see how it’s going
Anything is possible.. even the Celtics winning against the Heat..
Up early today
Awake since 4am. Not because of my son, he is still sleeping.. I’m just sleepless. And I think I have been to every single website and there’s just nothing left to look at.
Friday, June 8, 2012
Props to the creator or “Mrs Doubtfire as a Horror Film” .. truly funny. And it could actually work.
Mrs. Doubtfire as a Horror Film
Across the country no fewer than 3.2 million seniors are graduating about now from more than 37,000 high schools. That’s 37,000 valedictorians … 37,000 class presidents … 92,000 harmonizing altos … 340,000 swaggering jocks … 2,185,967 pairs of Uggs. Even if you’re one in a million, on a planet of 6.8 billion that means there are nearly 7,000 people just like you. You’ve been pampered, cosseted, doted upon, helmeted, bubble wrapped … feted and fawned over and called sweetie pie. You see, if everyone is special, then no one is. If everyone gets a trophy, trophies become meaningless. … We have of late, we Americans, to our detriment, come to love accolades more than genuine achievement. The fulfilling life, the distinctive life, the relevant life is an achievement. to do whatever you do for no reason other than you love it and believe in its importance. The sweetest joys of life, then, come only with the recognition that you’re not special. Because everyone is.