Kowtowing to the Internet Hordes
As once stood Horatius against the Etruscans, standing tall against the hordes facing the doomed bridge, stood Gabe against the Avatars. And like that ancient battle’s end, his arrow-riddled hulk now floats down the river, a shattered, silent witness of the power of numbers against courage, might against principle, and social networking against individualized communication.
How have the mighty fallen.
–From A Pointless Oral History of Mankind
I am not against technology, friends, nor am I unfamiliar with it. I first became a web developer before I was out of high school. I do everything but actually code my ministry’s website. I do everything for the website that you are currently exploiting. And I bet very few of you have ever been to a web developer conference surrounded by geeks, as I have. (It’s quite the experience, I can assure you. But I digress.)
So when I stated that I would not join social networking sites, I was not stating a desire to avoid technology or its advantages. At its very core, I wished to spite the screaming hordes of teeny-boppers worshipping daily at the altar of MySpace.
And now, now that the schemes in my brain require me to understand the machinations of modern culture, I have–again–fallen. Xanga was a foot in the water, this website an exciting open door of possibilities, but the Internet is like the Proverbial leeches, ever screaming, “More, More, More.”
It is on that basis that I say–under my breath, so no one will hear me–Facebook me.