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Chapter 58: White-Collar, Black Belt: Social Acedia--Jail Cell Phone
Long time, no lagoon, Podience! I am delighted squared to be here today--that is delighted to the second power for you mathematic fanatics listening; I am so far from a mathematic fanatic, more an asthmatic mathematic for when I was forced to labor through pre-calculus I felt my breathing become more labored and shallow as I suffered one of many conniptions. I appreciate your devout patience as I have been cranking out, at an industrial assembly line level, my beloved slick flick pick sessions. But, know that while Slick Flick Picks are my passion, White-Collar, Black Belt is my duty and I am your Falsetto Prophet emissary here to fulfill that fstars duty. It is no blind coincidence I spoke about the value of math, dear listeners, for with one social phenomenon, one that is as corrupting as it is celebrated and as deathless and unyielding as a cock-a-roach in the words of Tony Montana. Social media equates to social acedia, you technologically inclined, at times, divine, Podience. Sluggish, slothful, somnolent… do you know these words? More to the point, do you know how these words wash the fstars over you and make or forsake you to feel? With the tools-- also the shackles-- of social media, should you utilize them to excess, you will come to know this trio of adjectives well.
Welcome to this audibly soothing, aurally pleasing auditory production. Precious, non-renewable and finite is your time, why waste it by way of remaining a godd*** slave to your cell phone's chime? Ruminate and delicately reflect on that succinct rhyme. I feel rather ebullient, thus far, on this session, impassioned beyond mortal, terrestrial utterances, emboldened by the jolting energy that accompanies speaking to a concept you feel intrinsically attached to, woven into the subject matter in an indistinguishable quilt of material. I am reminded frequently, habitually, religiously of my animosity towards technology, the misapplication of it, the obsessiveness by which we bask in it, the indefensible position we take to defend it unilaterally yet collectively. If your cell phone, lap top, nook book, any device that starts with a vowel and ends in pad, smart watch, unexceptional watch, retarded watch and every neural network requiring access to both a power source and connectivity is used properly, in moderation and with the understanding that it is a tool of the carbon based lifeform, but not a mechanized clone replacement of the carbon based lifeform, then I am as content as a BB or Basic Bstars, with a oat-milked, pistachio-sweetened, overpriced confection in the unimpressive grip of their multicolored, glittery, 2 inches too long talons; however, if this technology is overused, misused, abused then that freeing cell phone becomes your jail cell phone, while though not in tangible, rusting shackles, you are imprisoned regardless. Instead of serving a mandated sentence with an end date, social hour, and oodles of time to pump iron, read and regret your life choices, this jail cell of your phone is for life, with no hope of a commuted sentence and no prayer of parole.
Watch yourselves, Podience; remain chary and circumspect for the shiny fish lure of the glare on those technological screens shall prove your undoing.
Unwind, unplug and unencumber yourself of the suffocating, oppressive and unrelenting drain of technology that, much like any laptop, cellphone or digital sidekick assistant I have ever observed, requires far too much energy and depletes far too rapidly with Falsetto, the deconstructing pace of the daily fstars grind and escape out the barred fstars windows of your digital bind.
Cheers, Podience--to keeping track of the time with a watch, analogue and remembering the high value in low-tech trappings.
-Falsetto
P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Island Dream, courtesy of the artist, Chris Haugen.
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By Falsetto ProphetLong time, no lagoon, Podience! I am delighted squared to be here today--that is delighted to the second power for you mathematic fanatics listening; I am so far from a mathematic fanatic, more an asthmatic mathematic for when I was forced to labor through pre-calculus I felt my breathing become more labored and shallow as I suffered one of many conniptions. I appreciate your devout patience as I have been cranking out, at an industrial assembly line level, my beloved slick flick pick sessions. But, know that while Slick Flick Picks are my passion, White-Collar, Black Belt is my duty and I am your Falsetto Prophet emissary here to fulfill that fstars duty. It is no blind coincidence I spoke about the value of math, dear listeners, for with one social phenomenon, one that is as corrupting as it is celebrated and as deathless and unyielding as a cock-a-roach in the words of Tony Montana. Social media equates to social acedia, you technologically inclined, at times, divine, Podience. Sluggish, slothful, somnolent… do you know these words? More to the point, do you know how these words wash the fstars over you and make or forsake you to feel? With the tools-- also the shackles-- of social media, should you utilize them to excess, you will come to know this trio of adjectives well.
Welcome to this audibly soothing, aurally pleasing auditory production. Precious, non-renewable and finite is your time, why waste it by way of remaining a godd*** slave to your cell phone's chime? Ruminate and delicately reflect on that succinct rhyme. I feel rather ebullient, thus far, on this session, impassioned beyond mortal, terrestrial utterances, emboldened by the jolting energy that accompanies speaking to a concept you feel intrinsically attached to, woven into the subject matter in an indistinguishable quilt of material. I am reminded frequently, habitually, religiously of my animosity towards technology, the misapplication of it, the obsessiveness by which we bask in it, the indefensible position we take to defend it unilaterally yet collectively. If your cell phone, lap top, nook book, any device that starts with a vowel and ends in pad, smart watch, unexceptional watch, retarded watch and every neural network requiring access to both a power source and connectivity is used properly, in moderation and with the understanding that it is a tool of the carbon based lifeform, but not a mechanized clone replacement of the carbon based lifeform, then I am as content as a BB or Basic Bstars, with a oat-milked, pistachio-sweetened, overpriced confection in the unimpressive grip of their multicolored, glittery, 2 inches too long talons; however, if this technology is overused, misused, abused then that freeing cell phone becomes your jail cell phone, while though not in tangible, rusting shackles, you are imprisoned regardless. Instead of serving a mandated sentence with an end date, social hour, and oodles of time to pump iron, read and regret your life choices, this jail cell of your phone is for life, with no hope of a commuted sentence and no prayer of parole.
Watch yourselves, Podience; remain chary and circumspect for the shiny fish lure of the glare on those technological screens shall prove your undoing.
Unwind, unplug and unencumber yourself of the suffocating, oppressive and unrelenting drain of technology that, much like any laptop, cellphone or digital sidekick assistant I have ever observed, requires far too much energy and depletes far too rapidly with Falsetto, the deconstructing pace of the daily fstars grind and escape out the barred fstars windows of your digital bind.
Cheers, Podience--to keeping track of the time with a watch, analogue and remembering the high value in low-tech trappings.
-Falsetto
P.S. (Procrastinated Statement) *Intro/outro song, Island Dream, courtesy of the artist, Chris Haugen.