Wednesday, August 29, 2012

COMM 303 Blog #1


Farewell Old Friend…

Communication technology is such a necessity to many in this society, including myself.  I do consider all the new media to be important and maybe to some extent necessary for the time we all find ourselves living in. However, I am not the type of person that goes and gets in line to shop for the newest invention from Apple. I do not own an I-phone and do not plan to own one any time soon. My reasons for not complying with the “trend” are for my rebellious ways to not conform to the “cool ways” of all the “cool kids.” Don’t get me wrong, the majority of my friends own I-phones, and I love them all the same, I just don’t like to be the same as everyone else. So to be honest, I am not a communication technology junkie or part of the “trend.”

                Being that I am no seeker of adventurous new technology, I do not know how I would have approached the introduction of the radio to individuals’ homes. In a way I feel like because there wouldn’t have been such an inundation of new technologies I probably would have accepted it with more ease. Radio reached 40% of all households in the U.S. by 1930, and it passed 90% by 1947 (Grant and Meadows, 22). Today it still remains as the number one household medium. So much so that radio is in 99% of houses in the U.S. (Nielsen, Jan. 2011).

                Radio is obviously in almost every U.S. residence, however, is it really valued and appreciated anymore? That is a question that all individuals should take time to answer. In my honest opinion, it is not cherished to the extent it used to be. In a way, this makes me melancholic. As I am sure it does as well to many that delight in the pleasures of broadcasting played through the airways of frequency and amplitude.

                In the “olden days” radio was THE way of entertainment for American families. Grandparents, parents and children would all gather around to listen to the radio, being either the factual information provided by the news or even the stories told by Orson Welles, which affected the public to the point of panic with the broadcasting of The War of the Worlds. To this day the broadcasting of the fictional end of the world remains the most popular of all time.

                What I call traditional radio, both AM and FM have become ways to transmit contemporary music and commentary shows of rude-obnoxious-wannabe “political critics.” The exception being the broadcasting of NPR, which is probably still the best way to obtain real news today.

                The modernization of radio now makes it hard to define what radio really is anymore. Traditionally I’d suppose you’d expect to have some sort of tuning box transmitting signals of shows in AM or FM, as well as the in between blank spaces filled with white noise. But that’s not the case anymore, radio has evolved so much that it’s on the internet, phones and other portable devices. It has spread and not all is necessarily strictly AM or FM anymore. There also exists the HD version of radio, satellite radio, internet radio, Pandora and now there is even radio frequencies provided from 3000 miles away, like I-Heart Radio, which lets you choose from country wide radio stations to customize your preferences of broadcasting.

                Communication technology advances every day at the speed of sound. It is so fast that if radio, the traditional version, is not valued or appreciated, it will vanish into being mere memories of sounds we once heard. In the future if radio cannot find the means to compete with all these “new radios,” there is no doubt that it will disappear. Especially since the new media is asynchronous, and the internet gives us the option to listen to the broadcastings whenever we want to. There’s an element that will be lost in radio, being “live” is never going to happen again with our new attitudes of, “I’ll listen to it when I want.”

                It’s in our hands to either bid farewell to traditional/live radio, or to simply guard it. Those annoying commercials cannot be that bad as to the point of getting rid of an entertainer that has always been there, don’t you think?

Monday, August 13, 2012

Maybe This Will Be Tomorrow


                A few years from now you’ll wake up next to someone that you don’t even know. As you make your way to the bathroom you will be thinking where you went wrong in life to have the almost empty feeling of an abyss you're feeling at that moment. When you reach the mirror you will see your reflection, now with all or almost all your hair gone, missing a tooth that could never stay in place, the nails that you never had and all the hair that laughs at you all the time for the fact that you have it in all the wrong places. You will wonder in that moment, “Who am I?” “What kind of person am I?” “What good have I done in this planet?” The endless questions will pour out of you and it will not stop. A blank stare towards the luxurious bathroom you’re standing in will make you collapse to the pristine floor someone else cleans for you every day. Then it will all hit you, and that feeling of almost emptiness will turn into the worst feeling you have ever felt in your life. It will feel as if you were standing in the middle of the desert screaming for dear life and no one will ever hear your plead. "Hi," it is solitude that’s come to greet you.

                Right now, at this precise moment, having “fun” with your buddies is the life. The common lifestyle of a college student whose daddy is going to assure his future anyways after college is your way of living. Your only difference is that daddy may not necessarily assure your future, but your wealthy friends will. It is so easy for you, all you need is a degree, your grades do not really matter, if you get fired from your job it does not really matter, you see, you are set after college. What takes the rest of us a really long time to achieve, success, it is simply handed to you, like the perfect hand in a poker game, except you are not gambling anything, or are you? So now the perfect scenario for you is to party it up every day, get wasted out of your mind, have sex with whoever opens their legs for you, take all your classes as pass or fail, so you don’t have to worry about a letter grade and just simply do not care about anything or anyone else but yourself and your desires.

I am an artist. Interpretation of this life.
Is it what you want? Yeah, it is.
                It is so easy to hate you, just as easy as life is towards you. A few privileged Americans have exactly the same life as you. One thing is for certain, you may achieve all your “dreams,” but no one ever in life will admire you for the success you’ve reached. At least I don’t look up to anyone who has not worked hard for what they have. I look up to people who come from nothing and go above and beyond the stars in life. I respect people who are privileged, but work hard and make a name for themselves in life. They do not take the easy road like you are doing. All of the success you’ve opted for is like selling your soul to the devil, because eventually you will have to pay for it.

                Just in the near future, when you finally grow up as a human being, the devil will come knocking on your door asking you to make a payment for what you have. You will be laying on that pristine bathroom floor, realizing how all the one night stands, all the sports cars you own, all the expensive treatments for gaining that hair that will never come back, all the booze you’ve consumed, etc., is just a bunch of materialistic garbage that you’ve accumulated throughout the years to convince yourself that you are not alone and that you are truly happy.

                I leave you to it. Enjoy life, after all you get one chance to live it, or well if you are born again you may not remember it. Keep going through Samsara. Go on the road you’ve chosen, it's your life.

NOTE: This is a fictitious reflection of a lifestyle and one of its possible outcomes. Any resemblance to reality is a mere coincidence.  

                Much love and peace,

                                Lauri