236 years ago…Our Nation was born.
236 years ago…Our Nation was born.
Why would I want to give strangers the power?
by Seth Godin
In his famous experiment, Stanley Milgram gave his subjects a switch and then encouraged them to give (fake) electric shocks to his confederates if they were slow to follow instructions.
The internet has become a giant version of this, except the shocks are real.
You give people a switch and they can shock you whenever they choose, disrupt your day, cloud your horizons and generally make you feel like a failure.
Of course, that switch has always been given to certain members of your family or co-workers or teachers. But now, thanks to the ability of a total stranger to dump his anxiety or anger on you, the switch is easily handed to hundreds or thousands of people.
Extending the circle of people who are able to zap you is human nature. It’s easy to do and tempting, too (because it feels as though you’re gaining the ability to have others approve of you). On balance, my guess is that a large number of strangers holding on to electric shock buttons is a dangerous situation. But it’s up to you
This kind of explains the lack of Blogging…
Sad Day Indeed…
Doc Watson, the guitarist and folk singer whose flat-picking style elevated the acoustic guitar to solo status in bluegrass and country music, and whose interpretations of traditional American music profoundly influenced generations of folk and rock guitarists, died on Tuesday in Winston-Salem, N.C. He was 89.
It is, in a way, an odd thing to honor those who died in defense of our country, in defense of us, in wars far away. The imagination plays a trick. We see these soldiers in our mind as old and wise. We see them as something like the Founding Fathers, grave and gray haired. But most of them were boys when they died, and they gave up two lives — the one they were living and the one they would have lived. When they died, they gave up their chance to be husbands and fathers and grandfathers. They gave up their chance to be revered old men. They gave up everything for our country, for us. And all we can do is remember.
More than eleven years ago I started my little opinion page on the interwebs. Ten years ago last Saturday (4/21/02) this blog started proper. Ten damn years. One decade of Blogging. At the very beginning, I wanted to do a page like Neal’s News…Front Page driven. I never could figure out how Boortz did it. Yet, I hand coded everything. Then Blogger came around and I used their interface on my own free host courtesy of BellSouth. Then migrated Daxmontana.net to a web host…finally landing here at JustDamn.com…a lot of old links still point to the dot net site. If you know your way around you can still find what you’re looking for.
In the last ten years, I have lived in 5 different places and held 4 different jobs. The lovely and talented Priscilla gave birth to our youngest son Baby Dax. My family has grown as well as many friendships. I finished my college degree and have a “real” job with benefits. I’m a better writer too…
I have seen countless Blogs disappear…and a few Bloggers too. I have made countless Blog relationships that have grown into “real” friendships too. I’ve probably pissed off even more….
Back in the early days, everyone was really hanging it out there…revealing themselves to the great anonymous crowd. Then the Blogmeets happened where folks weren’t so anonymous anymore. Finally Facebook happened and now no one is anonymous. Now the posts are all the same, maybe a pun on Monday, a “this day in history” post, some cartoons, and a video or two, and maybe a random ten song list and a “name game.” The political blogs are still political. The day in the life blogs are still day in the life. I don’t think anyone really puts themselves out there anymore…
…People are too afraid to really expose themselves anymore…for fear of retribution. I haven’t read a really good “crap my pants” post since Rob died. It’s kind of like Disco. Back in the late Sixties, the in crowd celebrated new found freedom, free love and a rebellious spirit. Then Disco and John Travolta happened…back to our cages…
At least that’s the way I feel about it. I’m just not comfortable exposing myself on this blog anymore. I’m certainly not anonymous and I fear the repercussions. Maybe it has to do with being ten years older too. I can’t begin to count how many posts I’ve written only to delete it when I’m done.
Just yesterday at work, the temp agency representative was looking up someone on Facebook. Evidently they had posted a comment about a boss. She didn’t find it…she wasn’t a friend. However, she was looking and it chilled my blood to witness it.
I’ve never thought about quitting…until recently…My domain name is up for renewal. However I don’t have an endgame either. I just upgraded to the next edition of WordPress…I don’t think it even matters no one visits blogs anymore…they just get the newsfeed…