When I think back to what the “Internet” was—that is the Internet as a cultural space—I think the key difference between now and what I’m embarrassed to admit are my recollections from close to a decade ago (not quite, turkeys, but close), is that personal brand wasn’t really a focus or concept.
Partial if not full anonymity was seen as a given, if not desirable. Persona was championed over personal. The space was also a lot smaller. Less people had social networking accounts and the sites were often designed to host more exclusive communities. Not everyone could join the site or certain parts of the site (of course access wasn’t exactly an issue). It was like the Internet was a barren land of roving trolls who knew one another in a strangely personal narrative sense, and they would jump in herds from site to site, forum to forum, group to group. People were seen as the exploits they were part of online. There were less photos. Less insight into their actual lives.
I think that the Internet was a meaner place in some respects too, and that there were no loose social structures or tendencies that would provide stops against more ruthless behavior—behavior I haven’t seen on the same scale or with the same prevalence since. Yet again, it was safer in the sense that no one felt owned by their visibility as a “brand.” You could disappear, resurface and reclaim your life in a way that is not quite possible anymore.
I don’t really care for the concept of personal brand. It comes with the vulnerability of being “personal,” but without the intrigue of persona.
I realize that some vestiges of the “old Internet” are still there and in some ways that’s what attracted me to Tumblr. However, there is something broken and lifeless about becoming a brand. I think that this complaint has already surfaced plenty and it will become more pervasive with time. I’m not big on doom porn. Things shift constantly. However, the era of Brand is a hollow one.
Age below 35 years
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I don’t believe in censorship. On the contrary, I believe that every argument, no matter how heinous it may be, needs to be freely available for those who wish to read it. To censor something is to yield to it. It may as well be a declaration that you are afraid of it, that you haven’t the capacity to refute it. It demonstrates weakness within you and within your worldview. It shows the world that your worldview is based not on scientific methods but dogmatism, and it thus sows the seeds of doubt in the minds of those on your side. One need not be afraid, hold steadfast and refute it, take an active stand against it.
I feel caged.
Tata Naka - Read To Wear
A math teacher in Cairo, Egypt, works with his class of six students in 1922.
Graffiti in the city of Rabat, Morocco
The first and the oldest university in the whole world was founded by a Moroccan Muslim woman; Fatima Al-Fihri in 841 CE. University of al-Qarawiyyin Fez, Morocco.
Pilgrim Father and Little Boy in Prayer
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