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Thursday, 20 August 2009

  • Tying my shoes right now!

    Facebook is great, yes, but sometimes people go just a little too far. Here's an article from CNN.com that sums it up perfectly.

    Here are 12 of the most annoying types of Facebook users:

    The Let-Me-Tell-You-Every-Detail-of-My-Day Bore. "I'm waking up." "I had Wheaties for breakfast." "I'm bored at work." "I'm stuck in traffic." You're kidding! How fascinating! No moment is too mundane for some people to broadcast unsolicited to the world. Just because you have 432 Facebook friends doesn't mean we all want to know when you're waiting for the bus.

    The Self-Promoter. OK, so we've probably all posted at least once about some achievement. And sure, maybe your friends really do want to read the fascinating article you wrote about beet farming. But when almost EVERY update is a link to your blog, your poetry reading, your 10k results or your art show, you sound like a bragger or a self-centered careerist.

    The Friend-Padder. The average Facebook user has 120 friends on the site. Schmoozers and social butterflies -- you know, the ones who make lifelong pals on the subway -- might reasonably have 300 or 400. But 1,000 "friends?" Unless you're George Clooney or just won the lottery, no one has that many. That's just showing off.

    The Town Crier. "Michael Jackson is dead!!!" You heard it from me first! Me, and the 213,000 other people who all saw it on TMZ. These Matt Drudge wannabes are the reason many of us learn of breaking news not from TV or news sites but from online social networks. In their rush to trumpet the news, these people also spread rumors, half-truths and innuendo. No, Jeff Goldblum did not plunge to his death from a New Zealand cliff.

    The TMIer. "Brad is heading to Walgreens to buy something for these pesky hemorrhoids." Boundaries of privacy and decorum don't seem to exist for these too-much-information updaters, who unabashedly offer up details about their sex lives, marital troubles and bodily functions. Thanks for sharing.

    The Bad Grammarian. "So sad about Fara Fauset but Im so gladd its friday yippe". Yes, I know the punctuation rules are different in the digital world. And, no, no one likes a spelling-Nazi schoolmarm. But you sound like a moron.

    The Sympathy-Baiter. "Barbara is feeling sad today." "Man, am I glad that's over." "Jim could really use some good news about now." Like anglers hunting for fish, these sad sacks cast out their hooks -- baited with vague tales of woe -- in the hopes of landing concerned responses. Genuine bad news is one thing, but these manipulative posts are just pleas for attention.

    The Lurker. The Peeping Toms of Facebook, these voyeurs are too cautious, or maybe too lazy, to update their status or write on your wall. But once in a while, you'll be talking to them and they'll mention something you posted, so you know they're on your page, hiding in the shadows. It's just a little creepy.

    The Crank. These curmudgeons, like the trolls who spew hate in blog comments, never met something they couldn't complain about. "Carl isn't really that impressed with idiots who don't realize how idiotic they are." [Actual status update.] Keep spreading the love.

    The Paparazzo. Ever visit your Facebook page and discover that someone's posted a photo of you from last weekend's party -- a photo you didn't authorize and haven't even seen? You'd really rather not have to explain to your mom why you were leering like a drunken hyena and French-kissing a bottle of Jagermeister.

    The Maddening Obscurist. "If not now then when?" "You'll see..." "Grist for the mill." "John is, small world." "Dave thought he was immune, but no. No, he is not." [Actual status updates, all.] Sorry, but you're not being mysterious -- just nonsensical.


    The Chronic Inviter. "Support my cause. Sign my petition. Play Mafia Wars with me. Which 'Star Trek' character are you? Here are the 'Top 5 cars I have personally owned.' Here are '25 Things About Me.' Here's a drink. What drink are you? We're related! I took the 'What President Are You?' quiz and found out I'm Millard Fillmore! What president are you?"

    You probably mean well, but stop. Just stop. I don't care what president I am -- can't we simply be friends?

Monday, 08 June 2009

  • I've been struggling a lot lately with worship music. I'm trying to come up with a complex answer to what I know in my heart to be true. The argument can be complex, and both sides have very good points. Some don't like repitition and simple lyrics. I've heard that words should be complex and deep, almost like a sermon. Forget the simple lines of worship, the only real worship is when days of thought go into one or two lines.

    But I can't agree with that. Not entirely, anyway. The simple answer is that music transcends words. It is what we cannot express in words alone. It's our soul crying out. The part of us that needs more and can only speak with more than words have to offer. And sometimes repitition and simple lyrics allow the music to penetrate the soul, whereas more complex words hinder it. We try to express with words what cannot be expressed, and in doing that, we hinder the power of music.

    It is well with my soul.

    Such a powerful song, yet the words are so simple. I don't think the words are so simple though. Shakespeare mastered the art of saying much with very few words. Our language can be powerful if approached and used as an art form. "If in the while I think on thee, dear friend, all losses restored and sorrows end."

    My point is that not all worship music has to be spelled out. We don't need a map to tell us exactly what we're singing about. It is well with my soul. What is well? IT is well. When peace like a river attendeth my way. When sorrows like sea billows roll. Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say, it is well, it is well, with my soul. Those words alone make me want to worship. The simple truth of them. The power in those few, carefully chosen words.

    I was carried to the table. Seated where I don't belong.

    What else needs to be said? The song doesn't say why we don't belong. It doesn't go into details. Just that I don't belong. We know why. We don't need to be told.

    Music is a powerful tool when used correctly. When we try too hard to preach through music, we deaden it. We lessen the power it has to reach into our souls. I don't think we should ever forget this. I don't think it's wise to ignore music with simple lyrics if the lyrics reach out and speak past what is being said in words alone.

     

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