Ah temporary freedom. Just deleted my Facebook and Myspace pages and it feels great. Of course I plan on returning to FB once the 14 day waiting period is over because as much as I bitch and moan…life is getting dependent on social networking. But generally it’s nice to feel like I have some power over the beast, that I’m not blood related to it. It’s more like an estranged in-law relationship now.

I literally toiled for several weeks over how to actually make the break. Are people going to be upset over the move, albeit temporary? Will i actually miss out on super exciting events that I was only peripherally aware of in the first place? After debating, I decided to tell FB that I needed some space. My hope is that by flushing out all of my current social media, I can return on multiple platforms in a more integrated manner. Underline, italicize, HOPE. Nothing with these mega feeding pens of people is ever simple. If you checked out the link above then you know how slippery the slope of getting to the point of deletion can actually be. In a nutshell, if you by any means accidentally connect yourself back to FB then the deactivation is sustained and the deletion clock has to begin again. Unfortunately, there is no real reason why you’re made to wait so long. In fact, I had to scour the internet, NOT the FB site, to find out how to actually delete my account. Then again, they have never been truly up front about anything.

So why is deleting this omnipresent social tool, a good thing? As I mentioned before, I want to flush useless information that may or may not be present. Like many people my age, we were driven to social media as it was being created. What would come of it and how it would be used was still in its infancy. Nowhere in its inception did I think that potential employment would discredit me from what employers found out about me on the web. Not that its happened to me but the fear is sound. In terms of career and employment, I want to begin building my social network from the ground up–molding it in terms of my needs. This is something that many were unable to accomplish even several years ago. By cleaning the slate, I can plug in other sites that help me further my personal brand. Yes, it tends to be the same pool of people that devote themselves to your media but not everyone accesses it in the same way. Sometimes its better to knock down the bridge and move it to a better street.

It’s all about control. How much we have, over what, and where we lack it. It is getting better, I admit, but when a consumer lacks almost all control over their own personal image and relationships, I get downtrodden and wonder what kinda of totalitarian world we’re living in. This is a time for the individual; where every word, thought, vote and voice is counted. The only caveat I append is that it’s my voice and not someone else’s. I appreciate the complexity of advertising and marketing to individual needs;however, I still want to acknowledge the things I like, want and need without being ridiculed and alienated. Oh, and a potential employer really doesn’t need to know what happened in Vegas. Ever. Unless he was there and was holding that strippers hair back…then maybe.

Reboot

Posted: September 10, 2010 in Grad School, Misc.

Time to reboot the old brain. Starting Grad school–technically again–hasn’t been as rough as I would have thought. Minus signing body and soul away in case I default on my loans is most likely the harshest thing I’ve had to overcome so far. I still have plenty of free time on my hands which is actually turning out to be a good thing. Plenty of time to do work and devour associated media alongside my studies. Is it sad that I still utilize the scientific method in my own thoughts and actions? Anyway…check out my new Tumblr blog to follow along with my class work. In the meantime, given my new direction, I plan on streamlining my social media output as well as increase my input. So here come da Twitter and FB reboot as well. Moving on.

My return from the Caribbean. I had a great sweaty, humid good time down on the islands. It made me wish I could speak Dutch but that was just the 25% of me hearing it for the first time. My previous posts we short and more than likely slightly incoherent. I was on a tropical island blogging early in the morning. You do the math. Regardless, I really did have a good time. I also made some interesting business connections while I was running around. Suffice it to say nothing is set in stone but it was good to meet people who could see opportunity like it was a sixth sense.

One of the best things about tropical islands is the water.

On every beach you could see right to the sand below. But the weirdest thing about the water was how warm it was. Like bath water…all the time.

On Bonaire their biggest export seems to be some sort of white powdery substance…either way you take it, in large amounts its bad for your health.

This is a picture of the Hotel Resort we stayed at, The Divi. Can’t beat waking up and walking out to stare at the ocean half naked and groggy. Of course, you’d be the polite one staying at this hotel.

Last but not least is an image I would like to share with you from Curacao. This image should strike both fear and awe into your heart. Behold. The Venezuelan Navy!

Cower before the might of their textile wares and fresh fruit! Actually this was kind of a cool site. Because Curacao is a free port, these tiny boats putter all the way from Venezuela (maybe 80-ish miles away?) to come sell their goods a la market style. If someone did this on the Hudson, you might be a bit creeped out though…

So, will I go back? Most definitely. Would I live there for an extended period of time? Don’t think so. Nothing against the beautiful islands or their friendly inhabitants, but I prefer to stay on one solid tectonic plate. Especially now at this weird economic downturn, something about island living seems even more so foreign. People are happy and content, even with nothing and the sun is always shinning. To me it was a reality that was wonderfully jarring. Regardless, America still has that good ‘ol fashion feel to it. No matter where you are within her borders.

All in all, the trip was refreshing and for what its worth, educational. Just the right amount of nothing and everything to get me ready for some new changes.

1000111000101011001 …OK where’s Bender when you need him…

Till next time.