I was tempted to blog last night. And the night before. And the night BEFORE. But goddamit, I had stuff to do. No really.
I've gone through my weekly content production possibilities frontier and have come to some startling(not really) conclusions.
Capitalist economies aren't a lie. They work, even on the net. If content was a genuine resource, then it all makes sense. When there's high demand, Facebook and Blogger compete for the scarce content. Usually facebook wins, because according to my supply-demand graph, FB has higher returns. And so blogger limps on with the sad, misplaced weekly post. Loyal readers don't get their fair share and everyone's unhappy. Even me. Because, as temporary as the profits of writing on blogger are, they're real. I know most of my readers, and they influence my writing style as I influence them.
Facebook has no soul. It's the MTV of the internet. It's the McDonald's of social networking. It's newspaper's headlines. I've failed to realize this. The ONLY thing FB is genuinely good at is photos, and that's where most of my content goes.
ok, nuff bitching about facebook. I've not blogged in a while because I've been through a really weird, weird week. That's what effed with my Production Possibilities Frontier. I had all these things lined up. All of a sudden, there's a boom, so EVEN MORE content is planned. Then I go to college and realize I'm already a week behind on homework, have 2 econs test, and an assignment due. Facebook's fault I tell you!
But not to worry. Everything's sorta stabilized now. Time to pick up the pace.
And now, CONTENT!
Last Friday, I had to present my topic for English B. The class was at 8.30. Not the best time o' the day for me. So I took every precaution to make sure I did it right. Even slept early the night before. When I woke up, it was 8.50. Already 20 minutes late, getting ready took 10 minutes and driving there took another 15. Got there, all dressed like a friggin capitalist DOG(ironic, because my topic was very Communist) at 9.15. Just in time, my presentation needed to be less than 15 minutes long ANYWAY.
I guess it worked. I held everyone's attention for about 2 minutes. World fucking record for a communist speaker. People usually start throwing eggs past the 30 second mark if there aren't armed guards making sure they don't.
Also, my house is under going some much needed renovations. It's kinda sad though, there's always a point at which the bathroom looks like it was raped. All those memories of warm baths, flushed down the toilet. Metaphorically speaking.
Also, here's a customary carcass:
I think I've grown a heart though. This baby bird couldn't have been a day old. It was sad. I came home, and saw it motionless on the porch floor. Its mother was probably trying to transport it, but dropped it accidentally. As you can see, neck's broken, and a lot of internal bleeding. I gave it a proper burial, though. The saddest part was when a bird suddenly swooped across the porch, chirping wildly. Had to be the parent.
I've gone through my weekly content production possibilities frontier and have come to some startling(not really) conclusions.
Capitalist economies aren't a lie. They work, even on the net. If content was a genuine resource, then it all makes sense. When there's high demand, Facebook and Blogger compete for the scarce content. Usually facebook wins, because according to my supply-demand graph, FB has higher returns. And so blogger limps on with the sad, misplaced weekly post. Loyal readers don't get their fair share and everyone's unhappy. Even me. Because, as temporary as the profits of writing on blogger are, they're real. I know most of my readers, and they influence my writing style as I influence them.Facebook has no soul. It's the MTV of the internet. It's the McDonald's of social networking. It's newspaper's headlines. I've failed to realize this. The ONLY thing FB is genuinely good at is photos, and that's where most of my content goes.
ok, nuff bitching about facebook. I've not blogged in a while because I've been through a really weird, weird week. That's what effed with my Production Possibilities Frontier. I had all these things lined up. All of a sudden, there's a boom, so EVEN MORE content is planned. Then I go to college and realize I'm already a week behind on homework, have 2 econs test, and an assignment due. Facebook's fault I tell you!
But not to worry. Everything's sorta stabilized now. Time to pick up the pace.
And now, CONTENT!
Last Friday, I had to present my topic for English B. The class was at 8.30. Not the best time o' the day for me. So I took every precaution to make sure I did it right. Even slept early the night before. When I woke up, it was 8.50. Already 20 minutes late, getting ready took 10 minutes and driving there took another 15. Got there, all dressed like a friggin capitalist DOG(ironic, because my topic was very Communist) at 9.15. Just in time, my presentation needed to be less than 15 minutes long ANYWAY.
I guess it worked. I held everyone's attention for about 2 minutes. World fucking record for a communist speaker. People usually start throwing eggs past the 30 second mark if there aren't armed guards making sure they don't.
Also, my house is under going some much needed renovations. It's kinda sad though, there's always a point at which the bathroom looks like it was raped. All those memories of warm baths, flushed down the toilet. Metaphorically speaking.
Also, here's a customary carcass:
I think I've grown a heart though. This baby bird couldn't have been a day old. It was sad. I came home, and saw it motionless on the porch floor. Its mother was probably trying to transport it, but dropped it accidentally. As you can see, neck's broken, and a lot of internal bleeding. I gave it a proper burial, though. The saddest part was when a bird suddenly swooped across the porch, chirping wildly. Had to be the parent.
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