On time and its celerity

Goodness, I feel as if I slept for ages and have finally awoken to the call to update. The posts come when the mood strikes me to write, and it is embarrassing that such a long time occured between this and my last. The holiday season is upon us and I plan to trek back to the homestead to spend it with my ailing mother. She cannot even recognize me anymore, but she still enjoys the company and it warms my heart to see her in that state.

I wanted today to share some of my criticism of this foolhardy waste of time, the internet, to accompany my last work which was complimentary to the excess. I have some things here in my bag that I will now take out and show you:

Twitter: In a world when we can send 175 character text messages on our mobile phones, what use is there for Twitter? This website is a redundancy in society and has found success because complete morons use it. There is nothing a twitter can do that a blog cannot. Simply put. Rest assured, if an emergency came up, this is the place you will find me.

This next one is a design complaint, and applies to a number of website that I find disagreeable. It involves highly busy front pages, and its main perpetrators are magazine websites like Pitchfork, Allmusic, and PopMatters (not necessarily music magazines in particular but those three examples are the top of my mind). Also news websites such as The Huffington Post and New York Times. The theme is this 3 column format, with no preference towards any one story, but hundreds of little links to click and tabs leading to more links to click. I am supposed to look at these messes and discern real information. Physical newspapers have large headlines and magazines have a cover and sequential order of articles for a reason: Humans can only read one thing at a time. To offer us more is to offer us confusion. My old eyes cannot take it. The Drudge report is an abomination of a news aggregate, but its simple design makes it get more traffic through it than anyone here. Blogs are pretty good at this as well.

Well that left me in a rather chagrined mood. Tomorrow is my birthday and perhaps I shall write some prose if the mood fits the occasion.