Big brother is here, and his name is Facebook

In his book 1984, George Orwell detailed a dystopian world wherein a person or persona called “Big Brother” saw everything that people did and where the central government pushed its agenda through propaganda, spying, monitoring, and thought controls. by DAAN PEPIJN read more

Sgt. Pepper’s, revisited.

Everyone's life has milestones like the birth of a child or the death of a parent. These are personal but there are others that resonate through everyone's life, to one extent or another. Mine include the Cuban Missile Crisis, the assassination of President John F. Kennedy and the release of Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club…Read more Sgt. Pepper’s, revisited.

Loneliness will be the next great moneyspinner – The Guardian

People walking is just the first signs of a growing social illness, loneliness, a topic I've touched on with my poem, Social Fretwork. Emily White Isolation among young people is increasing, spawning a new industry in companionship. Soon paying for walks, dinners and dates will feel normal Recent research suggests 18- to 34-year-olds are more…Read more Loneliness will be the next great moneyspinner – The Guardian

Walking the Human

In the paradox of social networks, the more cyber friends we make, the less social we become is apt and what seems novel now - human walking services - will be normal tomorrow. The Wildsound Poetry festival will post a performance of my poem, Social Fretwork ,soon, please look out for it and give me…Read more Walking the Human

Rules of Social Media, teen style

LIKE. FLIRT. GHOST. A JOURNEY INTO THE SOCIAL MEDIA LIVES OF TEENS For teenagers these days, social media is real life, with its own arcane rules and etiquette. Writer Mary H. K. Choi embedded with five high schoolers to chronicle their digital experiences. There’s twin sisters Lara and Sofia in Atherton, California; Ahmad in New…Read more Rules of Social Media, teen style

Social fretworking

In the paradox of social networks, the more cyber friends we make, the less social, we become

Postcard from a Pigeon


I posted a thought,
it flew away
through dark, cavernous
to bump and grind
with other lonesome thoughts,
in the hotbeds of social fretworks
and worried then,
where it might go,
unguided, misunderstood,
to liaise, frolic and fret,
argue, debate,
in a world of posts,
away from me
gone, awaiting its return,

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