I chance upon a Tumblr post re-blogged by the teenage daughter of friends, when I was a teenager. I mention aforementioned post on Twitter; then, the following day . . . I discover news of how I’m able to pick my nose with my tongue has been picked-up and re-posted
by The True Blood Daily. In Australia. [ CLICK PHOTO TO ENLARGE ]
[ Tumblr Blog : To Which The AU Paper Linked ]
Surreal? And yet not, actually.
Oh, sweetness. Is it too much to fathom, the thought of dipping into the population?
This business with the little people—you know, your “followers”. . .
Can you simply Not. Be. Bothered?
Excluding the rare exception [ namely, bashin’ my dash with—well, content I don’t want to encourage;
hence, the deliberate omission], I don’t understand why a person wouldn’t “follow back.” Granted,
I’m still a novice in the grand scheme of tumblrification, but I don’t know of a means by which
one can tell how many “followers” a person has. . .nor do I care to, quite frankly.
I mean, MySpace has gone down the shitter—it doesn’t even have a name anymore;
that’s how far removed it is from social relevance.
Didn’t the myopic Don’t-You-Know-How-Many-“Friends”-I-Have mindset accompany it?
[ Seriously? But SERIOUSLY ]
It’s rudimentary, my take on this sitch:
the primary function of tumblr’s dashboard [ or “feed” ] is that of an open dialogue, a continuous conversation
in which anyone from the 200 countries scattered around this curious planet we inhabit
has a unique opportunity [ so long as there’s internet access, though that’s a given—
I might as well be telling you it gets dark at night. . . ]
Because tumblr’s predominant means of communication is by way of a visual vocabulary, the opportunity
of which I speak is the ability for an individual to participate in the site’s ostensibly endless discussion
without the usual complications 6,800 different languages present.
Sure, music is a ‘universal language'; we’re familiar with the adage, most of us.
In the case of tumblr, however,
the ability to upload videos & mp3s further validates my premise/rationale, rather than dilutes it.
[ She’s So Happening, via ThreeFrames.net ]
So : short of the long? Yeah, I follow back.
I also acknowledge that the sum of one’s “followers” does not deify.
[ Icarus much? I’d mutter Give Me A Break, but we have our day in the sun : each & every. . . ]
Oh, & when I attend a potluck dinner?
I don’t only eat the dish I brought.