Tomorrow I’ll have a review of something up here, i think.
1. the iPod shuffle condenses everything that is most annoying and commercially effective into just over a square inch of sheet metal and plastic. the device is rudely mimetic – the body is small and parasitic and all the same effacing and the dial looks a little like a face – it all seems helpless and suggestive of a lurking anthropomorphism rather than crisp assembly line origins.
2. but there is no face – there must be a face, the absence of the face differentiates, yet the face becomes sublimated as the iPod’s physical differences shift in response to the fundamental spirit of the iPod itself (for there is a hierarchy, a taxonomy), and it only makes sense to understand this faceless thing as equally sentient as the touch, as the classic, as the nano. a blind and faceless entity that speaks to you of its contents through earphones – a voice and the hidden face – where does this rely in relation to the norm? above below to the side?
3. so beautifully crafted to have such limited utility, and for such limitation then to be marketable as efficiency. but efficiency of construction is divorced from the ‘natural’ which must concern the physical obeisance to the very nature of its existence, the call of Use. Here Use is robbed from user, Use is objective fact that manifests as the Subject within the object that cannot be seen yet stares back with whatever we have and lack. And this is the problem that the device could be so hubristic as to posit itself as essentially surpassing humanity in its ability to elevate and idealize the inert and hidden as self-contained and objective. Faith-metal.
So, I sat in those uncomfortable library chairs, creeping through cyberspace on gunky public broadband, typing up the beginnings of a review of the new darlingside album earlier today. also telling a friend from college about my newest crushes, and getting increasingly attuned to the stutter-steps of my cursor and likewise increasingly pissed at them.
too many interests sloshed over the pipeline and my own little corner of the web on the corner of the westside library shut down; i had to ‘end now’ my page. i lost my post. which really sucks because now it’s too late for me to muster the energy to restore it at least tonight, but my whole reason for breathing today was to have more tangible products of determination than ever before, ever before in the past two years. i’m hoping to make it all up with this as a placeholder. it wasn’t a terrible post either – i hope i can bring it back better.
Ok. Hi. My name is Jordan. I’m – at this point – what most people in my circle would term a ‘loser’ under their breath and ‘lazy’ in polite company. I care so much about what people think that I’ve justified this fanciful blog of mine (which never could be never lazy, just dissipated) as a means of providing evidence of my ‘doing stuff’ and ‘winning.’ All this really only works, you know, if people like you read (follow!) and find something awesome (marketable.) within my attempts at unwrinkling my experiences with music, film, and maybe even books if I decide to give enough of a damn to read. But check it out – I’m glad you’re here.