social-media

Have we all become so desperate to share everything that we've stopped enjoying our lives?

Social media is basically standing at a bucket filled with other people__ vomit and you suck the vomit through a straw, and gag and wince at the unbearable taste of other people__ vomit. Yet strangely we continue to suck through the straw as if we__e never tasted such lovely vomit. And then before you know it you__e old and you__e grey. And that__ the end of you. A lonely death. Your gravestone is marked with the six saddest words: Social Media Drained My Soul AwayAnd they all mourn your loss at a budget funeral service while updating their social media statuses on mobile phones apps. And in years to come nobody remembers any of your updates; even those updates that you deep-down believed were going to bring about world peace. The Digital Age is more disposable than nappies and just as full of shit.

He said, __f God lived on Earth people would stalk his Facebook page and leave nasty comments on his Pinterest site._ Then it sunk in- timing was everything and social media was the devil.

Social media has turned all of us into Dogs. The moment a single dog is unhappy with something, it starts barking, and then hundreds of others join the barking immediately. We no longer use our brains, we just join the chorus.

I'm old enough to remember when a social network was called a school playground.

Courtesy and kindness cultivate confidence with good Netiquette. Doing things right makes you feel good. NetworkEtiquette.net

Right and wrong applies to internet interaction. It's #Netiquette. NetworkEtiquette.net

Never underestimate the power of a tweet.

Life should be like a good Tweet - short, pithy, convey a message and inspire others to follow.

It's good netiquette to get to know someone in social media before giving out your phone number. NetworkEtiquette.net

I can't change you and you can't change me, but together we can work to change the world.

For any creative thought to be contagious, it must first be worthy of a sneeze.

Memory has always been social. Now we__e using search engines and computers to augment our memories, too.

I would have been trying to pitch a concept about my community to someone that most likely was not a part of that community.

Data may disappoint, but it never lies.

A woman in her late sixties described her new iPhone: "it's like having a little time square in my pocketbook. All lights. All the people I could meet.

... and Lynn is dead inside, like a corpse. She Instagrams methodically, clinically, as if she's gathering evidence for defense, like her entire life is dedicated to proving that she has a life.

This is the Number. It is in the things we do, the people we meet, the ID cards that we carry. It's part of our identities, our credit cards, our social interactions. It takes our influences, our biases, morals, lifestyles and turns them into a massive alternate reality that no-one can escape from. It lives on our phones, in our televisions, in the cards we swipe to enter office. At its best, it__ an exact mirror of how human society actually works - all our greatness, all our petty shallowness, all our small talk and social contacts all codified and reduced and made plain. At its worst, it__ also exactly that. It__ how poor and rich and famous and desirable you are. It__ the backchannel given a name and dragged out into the limelight for everyone to see.