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Friday, February 24, 2012

There’s nothing private about full disclosure couture

by disseminatedthought

As I was waiting in line at the chemist yesterday, I bore witness to a pharmacy assistant and customer discussing the latter’s new medication at what had to be the upper limit of their respective volume ranges. Not only was I–and everyone within twenty feet–aware of the name of said medication, I also knew which doctor prescribed it, what it was used to treat, and how often she needed to take it. For the amount of attention she drew to herself, she may as well have been wearing a fluorescent coral blouse embroidered with details about her current medical ailments and their treatment plans.

This unabashed public distribution of private information has become all too common: the guy at the cafe discussing his erectile dysfunction; the woman screaming into her mobile phone on the bus, oblivious that her lack of an inside voice means everyone on the 375 is now painfully aware she’s got $2.67 to her name. Are we all so desensitised that we’ve lost all sense of what should remain private and what should be shared with the world at the top of our voices?

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Monday, January 30, 2012

The Final Check-In

by disseminatedthought

Social media has changed how we communicate, but it’s also redefined the who and why. Inane 140-character bursts to swarms of strangers have replaced actual correspondence. Instead of just going somewhere, we now feel the need to check-in so everyone knows what we’re doing–whether it’s noteworthy or not. Arriving backstage at a Foo Fighters concert is exciting; waiting for test results isn’t. The why of social networking makes me question where we’re heading as a society.

There’s a Facebook application that allows you to update your status after you die. That’s right, folks: You can now post a text or video message after you’ve checked out, but why do we really need this? Do we want our first official duty in death to be changing our location to “the ground”?

Monday, January 16, 2012

Facebook and Twitter don’t care that you’re boring, but your status updates have the rest of us snoring: a Tahitian lime epiphany

by disseminatedthought

Lyndon Keane is in pain.

Moments of profound clarity can come in the oddest ways and at the most inopportune times. Mine came after inadvertently squirting lime juice into my eye while trying to shove what was apparently too big a wedge of the fruit into a bottle of Canadian Club & Cola.

As I danced around my kitchen (read: ran around in circles while rubbing my eyes and flailing my arms), I tried to work out how to best handle the pain that is citrus to the cornea. Should I wash it out, or should I do what so many of my–and your–Facebook friends do, and make social networking my first port of call for all of life’s little moments? One of my friends saw fit to inform everyone via a brief update that she was eating toast for lunch; surely physically assaulting myself with a green sphere of pain warranted a mention. Should I become flippant about fruit on Facebook? What about tut-tutting Tahitian lime via Twitter?

Monday, January 9, 2012

Chivalry and the Shifting Goal Posts

by disseminatedthought

I’ve never purported to fully understand people, but an encounter this morning on the bus makes me wonder whether I actually know anything at all about chivalry in this modern day and age.

After jumping aboard the relatively packed 475 for my journey into the city this morning, I was quietly chuffed to see that one of the “priority seating” seats was vacant, so I claimed it as my own and plonked my ass down. When you are 6'5", utilising vacant priority seating isn’t about flippantly waving a raised finger at invisible authority, it’s all about practicality; having no seat in front of you means that you don’t need to contort your body into all manner of unnatural poses in order to accommodate your knees. Think of it as public transport nirvana. (Author’s note: please disregard the obvious oxymoron.)

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