Monthly Archives: March 2016

Image from YouTube.

Image from YouTube.

CBS has a James Corden Carpool Karaoke Special on tonight at 10. My first thought was couldn’t I watch 20 minutes of YouTube for the same content? After all, the Late Late Show which Corden hosts on CBS at 12:37 a.m. posts them to YouTube where they have become very popular. That’s why it’s so ironic to me.

The show is following the same model as American Funniest Home Videos, which seemed to anticipate the vitality of YouTube. The survival of AFV, and similar shows (like CBS “best super bowl commercials” special and classic 3 a.m. standby “wacked out sports”), are an indicator of mainstream media’s reluctance to change and misunderstanding of how people consume this kind of content. At the same time, the show also indicates an awareness of the popularity of this type of content (after all they post it online), but misguided hopes of either bringing viewers back to traditional their TV sets or perhaps an unrelated goal of spreading the content to less technoliterate viewers. They seem to be trying to double dip. 

This irony, of course, is not limited to CBS. A staple of most local news broadcasts is some sort of reporting about funny or odd things that have happened on the Internet — as if the internet is a foreign place that none of us go. I wonder how long this will continue? If it hasn’t already, when or does online culture become so ubiquitous that it won’t be reported about on the local news or replicated on network TV?

A Slave to the Cursor

IMG_1170It’s 67 degrees. A gentle breezes glides through an open window. iTunes grooves through the speakers, drowning out the traffic outside. The dog is asleep on the couch with a ball at his side. On the desk is a pile of books, their pages feathered with ticket-stubs and sticky-notes, marking the critical passages. Notes scribbled on pieces of paper surround the keyboard. Splayed out on the screen is a half-written chapter, who’s white emptiness devours each pixel. The cursor blinks, waiting, desperately anticipating the chance to invade the vast emptiness, to turn the white to black, reclaiming the pixels as a victory for knowledge production. There he sits, tapping each key, a slave to the cursor. Blink, blink, blink. Tap, tap, tap. This is how we write.