A farewell letter to myspace

From: friend of Larry
Date: Apr 30, 2008 2:01 PM

I’ll start by admitting I’m not all that wild about Facebook either, though I know it’s all the rage in comparison to myspace. Truth be told, I kind of hate them both. I liked them as social experiments, but I dislike them as enduring entities competing for my attention.

The question myspace doesn’t answer for me is: Why should myspace matter to me? You folks on my friends list are important to me. Some of you are my closest friends. Some are fun acquaintances or net-friends I barely know or have never met. In a strange way, social networks equalize the value of those relationships. I talk with my friend Mike less because I see his myspace updates and go away with the illusion that we’re connected. Truth be told though, I haven’t talked to Mike in months. I have no idea what he’s up to. I don’t even know if he still lives in Atlanta, how is dad is, if he’s got a girl these days, etc. In short, myspace is partially responsible for the actual deterioration of some of my relationships.

Now, that’s not universally true. I met my girlfriend on myspace. MET HER. That’s a powerful testimonial. But with few, rare exceptions, myspace has not enhanced my social life.

So I’m thinking about canning my membership and profile here. Friends, I don’t want to lose contact with you over that. And if myspace messages have been the strongest contact we’ve had, then I want to make sure to replace it – get your email addresses, phone numbers, other social network names, etc – before I go. To those of you with whom I talk more regularly – you wouldn’t miss my presence on myspace anyway.

So drop me a note, give me your email. Make sure we’re current.

Lots of love,
Geoff
(http://www.myspace.com/emailgeoff)

MVM – Journey’s Don’t Stop Believin’

This little ditty is a musical, videographical, orgasmically compelling argument of the thesis that one…  No YOU (and I, and all of us, brothers and sisters) need not stop believin’.  Even in the case of overwhelming evidence that it would be reasonable to indeed stop believin’, recall the conviction, the passion, the underdog victory of which there is no better purveyor than Journey – and DON’T stop believin’.  Just don’t do it.

Badass 80’s Music Video Thursday – Falco Rock Me Amadeus

Suh, suh, suh superstar.

n.b. Bowing to pressure exerted by the Internets, I’m going to start adhering to the music-video-monday standard.  That’ll happen Monday, Beavis.

Badass 80’s Music Video Thursday: New Order’s Bizarre Love Triangle

Before it was mangled by girl bands so painfully sensitive that the singer’s voice sounded like a box of weeping kleenex stranded in a bassinet, Bizarre Love Triangle was a DANCE SONG. It was played in clubs like Dallas’ The Stark club, and danced to by throngs of gays and straights alike, many with heads filled with gen 1 ecstacy, all mod beyond comparison – or frankly, explanation. Williamsburg hipsters of the more recent past have nothing on the mod crowd that <3 New Order. What with their scruffy beards, dirty clothes, and “I-know-better-than-you” airs of superiority, who the hell would want to dance with them anyways??

Dig it. New Order’s Bizarre Love Triangle. Enjoy.

UPDATE:  In some kind  of suckfest, the video was taken down from YouTube!  LAME.