mad in pursuit journal

DISPATCHED FROM THE CROSSROADS, AT THE intersection OF nonsense and philosophy

Life in the Slow Lane

The cover story in Wired magazine this month is "Snack Attack: Movies, TV, songs, games. Pop culture now comes packaged like cookies or chips, in bite-size bits for high-speed munching. It's instant entertainment - and boy, is it tasty." It explains how entertainment — whether music, videos, or writing — is being marketed in extreme short versions so that we can consume lots of it, fast.

In 2003, when I was discovering video, I was so edgy with my new digital skills — most popular kid on the block with my 2-minute videos. Now I take a glance at YouTube and I'm swamped with 2-minute cleverness, 1-minute brilliance, 30-second genius. I feel left in the dust.

My journal entries here should be pithy 10-point lists designed for rapid reading — but no, I go on and on... and on.

The Wired article also gives you advice for things to do when you have 15 seconds to spare, 30 seconds to spare... 5 minutes to spare, etc. I do remember busy days when every second had to count. And — come to think of it — I do keep reading material all over the house. Ha, ha — sometimes I walk out of a good session in the bathroom without a clue what I was doing beforehand.

So what am I bitching about?

(a) That "other people" have been reduced to needing a new stimulant every 15 seconds?

(b) That I am just like "other people" (even if I do read articles in "The New Yorker" and not just the cartoons)?

(c) Or that I didn't latch on to the opportunity to become a popular content producer of these short tidbits?

It's (c) that I brood over whenever I see an article on the rising popularity of short films. Oh well, since when was I ever marching with the mainstream band?