Showing posts with label Communication. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Communication. Show all posts

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

FML

No, I am not implying what you are thinking.

Prior to Facebook, many of us used instant messenger to connect, used cellphones, two way pagers, pagers (like, seriously.), and dare I say, wrote letters. A fellow blog challenger had the right idea for today's post, and some good advice for us techno-drones.

In using those methods of communication we kept what needed to be communicated sent and what we wanted communicated, said over the phone or in person.

Now, depending on our comfort and sharing levels, we put the most intimate things on Facebook (and everywhere else for that matter). Does this fill the void of seeing the shock or look of pity from a friend's face after revealing a secret? Nope. Will the friend requests and acceptance or ignores build/break ties? Maybe. If we take notice, it is the in person follow ups or prologues that determine friendship which does of course happen, offline.

Just take care if you are going to take the "Facebook My Life" road, you don't want to end up saying "FML" (now I am implying what you are thinking) later.

Funnies about online social media...

Paz.

Monday, May 17, 2010

¿Cómo?

If you lived your life without the use of language you would still be able to communicate. Amazing isn't it? Prior to our development of language, we were all a drooling, cooing, squirmy bunch of tiny persons in need of an overseer for our most basic needs.

Acquiring language and actually using it however, is a choice. We learn by emulating and by letting inspiration and motivation guide us. However, we fail when we are at a loss of words, we fumble when we said something we didn't mean, and we fall when we step away from human interaction.

Think about the last time something "spoke" to you. Was it a piece of art, a quote, a film, a familiar scent from your childhood, a brush of fabric against your skin, or the warmth of the sun when you tilted your head back to let it warm your soul?

How then do objects that have no language speak? And as blessed as we are to be endowed with language, why have we chosen to replace it with silence rather than use it as a means of sound?

Maybe the chickens can better explain...


Paz.