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I’m kind of enamored with Iran right now. and I hope they keep with it.

some of you maybe saw the video of the young Iranian woman getting shot and dying in about thirty seconds.
it is here if you want to watch it.
now, you might not be into watching shit like this. I understand that. it’s grotesque to watch someone’s tragedy, or some act of violence; to consume it becasue it’s available. I remember a couple of years ago when that video was released online of the American contractor getting his head sawed off by terrorists in Iraq. I just talked about this with Cat the other day. that video was gruesome, and I wish I hadn’t watched it, but it illustrated an important reality that existed in that country at the time. maybe it still does. US troops are leaving major cities in about a week. we shall all see how that goes.
but, anyway. this Neda, who knows who she was, and where she came from. the details are still sketchy. all you know is: three days ago, she was you and me, and your sister, or your brother, and then she ended up at a rally against against her government, a repressive theocracy, and she was shot and killed. and now half the world has seen it, and she is an image that many will remember when they remember what happened in Iran in 2009.
she is a banner.

the internet, and my irrational dislike of it
so, I’m varaciously reading shit about Iran in the news. I’m even trying to decipher what the hell it is these people are doing on Twitter, all these feeds from people in the country, trying to get an idea of what is actually going on, to follow it a little, not a lot, but just so I can kind of observe what I’ve been reading about; this phenomenon of new media, making its mark by playing such an important role in the reporting of events of this occasion.
but I’m making this sound more academic than it actually is. have you ever tried reading a Twitter feed? that shit is ridiculous. when writing a post you get 130 characters, or some other such nonsense, so you gotta make your — sigh — “tweets”, count. the object is to be brief; the designers intentionally designed it this way.
because of the limited space there’s heavy internet slang, and now a lot of brief, random spurts of absolute bullshit flying about this Web site. constantly. so if you use Twitter, you’re in constant communication with other Twitter accounts. it’s a running blog for the thoroughly, desperately wired, and …
and I don’t get it. it just seems too much. I have a built-in aversion to Twitter, I’m wary of its novelty.
what’s the attraction? is this the natural of evolution of things? that millions of us in the first world sit at computers all day and browse Web sites and read Wikipedia articles while at work? why the fuck is everyone so plugged into the internet? there are now over a billion people in this world who aren’t getting enough food. why does Google save records of my g-chats? why does everyone have a Facebook account? why does Uncle Bill’s soon-to-be 15 year old stepson have a goddamned Blackberry? why do I think I’d be doing him a favor by smashing it? and to be fair, why do I write a blog, to be read by scores of … well, admittedly not very many people, but you get my drift: upwards of tens of you!
the question is: what is the point of all this fucking online noise that I shamelessly add to?
well. for all of the number of reasons the internet sucks when it’s used to just kill time and fuck off, it’s really something to see when it functions as an actual, honest-to-god lifeline to people trying to organize and protest. as a means of communcation, for the tangible improvement of people’s lives.
it is cool to read someone’s twitter feed, someone I imagine as an over-caffeinated teenager with a web-ready cell phone on the other side of the world, and see them use that shit for civic protest.
I think that’s really awesome, and this idea makes me smile. the internet might just win me over yet.

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