Do people really think this? Do they accept it as a truth? Is it even true? Has there yet been the one case that renders the statement redundant? Surely, a rainy autumn day, a middle-aged mom, tired and premenstrual, suddenly overcome by the sight of some elegant bevelling...? It must have happened a million times.
It was Evan Boehm who reminded me of this hateful aphorism at Resonate in Belgrade last month. I've been muttering it to myself, under my breath, ever since. It troubles me. What the statement implies is that there is no beauty in digital technologies. No pathos. Nothing that might move someone. Which is utter bollocks. There isn't anything intrinsically un-profound to our latest batch of technological marvels, and it is hopelessly short-sighted to suggest there is. But I understand the reasons for this misconception, which is what I'm going to discuss here.
In this social networking microcosm where the living, content generators, the dead, automated bots, spammers all share a peaceful coexistence, Matt Pearson questions his “other” self who speaks his language and says just the kind of things he would say.
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