”We are the first generation bombarded with so many stories from so many authorities, none of which are our own. The parable of the postmodern mind is the person surrounded by a media center: three television screens in front of them giving three sets of stories; fax machines bringing in other stories; newspapers providing still more stories.
In a sense, we are saturated with stories; we’re saturated with points of view. But the effect of being bombarded with all of these points of view is that we don’t have a point of view and we don’t have a story. We lose the continuity of our experiences; we become people who are written on from the outside.”
There are Survival Skills, and there are Thriver Skills—skills that help you negotiate a post/modern existence without becoming paralyzed, willfully ignorant, or manic. I would argue that one of the most important of these skills is the ability to be a conscious cultural consumer: to pick and choose the stories (whether informative or entertainment) thrown at you by Twitter, Tumblr, newspapers, blogs, etc.
As in Ye Olde Orchard, I often think of this as being able to pick the good fruits from the trees. The sweetest and most nutritious.
They’re Like Peaches and Pears, Right?
“Design can become a force for emancipation rather than manipulation” —I wish I had been able to attend the Occupy Design UK launch.
Also, I want to go to a MUJI store.
It’s rare that I come across an article through independent browsing instead of through a social sharing service. This week (while researching approaches to writing sex scenes in fiction, if you were wondering) I found this gem: “Nipples shouldn’t do that! And other musings on romantic fiction.” (via Read in a Single Sitting)
Did. You. Know. That you can get high off compost? (also via Grist)