Wednesday, March 4, 2009

I Live In My Momma House.

We live in a technological age. Simply said, we live in a time that can never be so clearly defined as the 0's and 1's that stream through our desktops.

It kind of stirs me up inside to think of how it was only nine years ago when there was no texting. How did people stay in such good contact with one another? Or how about before blogs? How did people hint to others as to how they were feeling? And how were people able to manage their friends before they were so cruelly forced to put them in order from 1 to 8? It shrouds our image of the world and makes it smaller than it really is. It desocializes socialization. Takes away from the face value of a conversation and turns it into emotionless text. And it turns one sided conversations with ourselves into pieces of literature to be dissected and over analyzed and questioned. Friendships into races to number one. Competitions of the like.

Today was fun. And I want a mango ukulele. Yes, I know that's not what it's called..but same shit. It has the word mango in it and that's all that matters.

Also on the list:
Mandolin.
Banjo.
Hurdy gurdy, anyone?

Kelsey Rae