04 January 2011

The next big ... yawn






Hello 2011 ... nice to know ya.

I read a recent Fortune.com article written by this cat above that charmed me so. You can tell that this Stanley Bing fellow must be a bad guy (and a conservative one) because he's in silhouette and he's smoking a cigar and he writes for a business magazine. Bwuhaahaaahaa! (cue creepy music.) But he is staring off to the left, probably at an erudite, left-leaning hottie like Rachel Maddow or Hillary Clinton (both of whom, strangely, I find to be attractive). I know, I know. Throw stones if you must, but something about me likes them and their looks -- but not the cut of their political jib.
"Doctor! Can you operate safely?! Can you indeed separate the looks of the policy wonk from their political wont? Can their ugly, bent worldview live safely cut away from the patient's attractive visage?!"

"Yes, we operated on both Mary Matelin and James Carville."
"Did it work? Were you indeed successful?"
"We seemed to have been. Only they know for sure."
"Have you ever lost anyone? (beat) Undergoing this radical surgery?"
"Yes, I'm sorry to report, we have. Michael and Arianna Huffington were our first test case. Total disaster. Hideous results. Oh, the humanity. The horror!"
I meant to post the below linked article for a year-end thingy, but in light of the new, must-have ephemera that is already in 2011 overwhelming our every touch point (the way a torrent and flood drag all things up against the back fence) of our lives, now seemed appropriate. We can hear the low rumble and thrashing of everything -- from wedding invitations to old cell phones; from our favorite magazines to our email folders -- pushed and pulled in our general (and damned too specific) direction, and our life-filters become overwhelmed.

So, thanks to Stanley Bing at Fortune.com for his insight here. He starts out:
Things we'll all be tired of in about 20 minutes:
Marketing is the death of the new. It has its purposes in this culture, where if something is not available for sale and distribution, it has no inherent meaning. Marketing hoists objects and activities out of the realm of the personal and into the public sphere -- quite literally into the marketplace, a location that used to be physical but is now psychological, financial, and transactional. It finds the things we like to dream of, dance to, play with, and shovels them into the maw of our collective desire. And we eat. And it is good, for a while.
He also covers other time-sucks, viz., Twitter, Facebook, Foursquare, Email, etc. The rest you'll have to catch here:

Stanley Bing Article in Fortune

It's worth a quick read. Look at that: I'm guilty of adding yet MORE ephemera to your lives. Damn, you, FatScribe! Damn you to the dustbin of history where all unpaid writers end up without so much as a footnote to reveal their existence.

;)

6 comments:

christian soldier said...

RE:M and A Huffington-(both of whom we-- who were volunteering for a certain Senatorial election--knew were NOT conservative)
thrown into the fray-by the CRP-against Representative Dannemeyer- - thus- we have D. Feinstein--
thank you GOP/RNC/CRP---
Could not help but get off thread a little-the mention of the Huffingtons brings back bad memories....
Thank you for the heads up on BING---
C-CS

Char said...

ahhh, marketing - the thing that makes me tired of something before i even know if i liked it (or wanted it)

perhaps a good reason why i am still enamored of bob dylan or other music from my mother's time. or u2 from my time.

Anonymous said...

very funny. never heard the word ephemera before, but I did know that I hate time wasters in my life

Toad said...

Mr. Bing's been around a while. he had a column in Esquire in the early/mid 80's.

Barbara said...

Re: The excellent Bing article:
I confess: I'm on Facebook. But only to watch what my granddaughter is up to. (Sometimes I wish I hadn't looked.) I keep my mouth shut though, so I won't get de-friended.

At dinner the other night, a group of 60 somethings was sitting next to us and each and every one of them was looking at their iPhone and not at each other. My daughter turned to me and said: "conversation, along with letter writing is history. How sad."
Good for her.
She and I Skype every day...at least I see her face while she's talking.

Caleb S. Garcia said...

Excellent word Johnny G. I think these websites will evolve and change. Some will be fads, but mainly they will change, and if they don't change they will die. A happy 2011 to you sir. May it be filled with blessing.