Rumour has it that the browser is dead, that Apps have simplified our lives such that even dickheads like me can blog, tweet, tumble, and stumble our way to... well...to delusions of 'fame'. By fame I mean that platform from which we project our voices and a miniscule number of (highly intelligent, good looking, spunk muffins) listen in one lonely ego stroke.
|Money = Antihuman #streetartfitzroy|
I don't want to make fun or be lighthearted about the virus analogy, especially given the present (world) crisis in West Africa, but Apps are in many ways a deadly virus. A mutating virus. Once law, or ethics, or popular opinion dictate a protocol they simply adjust, change, and continue to thrive. Where a virus thrives on principles of nature dictating survival, Apps thrive on the promise of the dangling carrot, that is money. With the assurance of the stupidity of the masses. Us.
Why am I so scared about Apps? Because they exist in their simplest form, in a deregulated and misconstrued "cyber" environment. An App can post on your behalf (and thank you indolent dandy for having my back on that), can have breakfast with your mother, watch you sleep and steal your information. Well, maybe that is an exaggeration. I am not totally sure though.
|Kerr St #fitzroy #cheesegrater #2007?|
Ps. This post was written in an App. I couldnt fix format because I suck at HTML, so I deferred to the App. Reminds me of that Geocities joke page about the American Redneck and his brother who sucked at HTML (1990s). Where would we be without Apps? Go figure.