Read Me: Down the Rabbit Hole

Twitter: how incredible is this thing? What could we possibly say in 140 characters that actually matters? - Somehow it turns out that 140 has become more then enough. A limited set of words, and the irony is that it occurs in an endless stream of them, where more often then not it is less about the collective meaning of the words themselves, and more about what they connect you to. Hyper-links, trends, and hash-tags become single word portals that open up to a million more. The infinite quality of the the links becomes very apparent at 2am when one finds themselves endlessly clicking down what, on one hand could be configured as a dark rabbit-hole of time, and on the other hand, a stream of miraculous discoveries of momentous importance; most of the time it feels like a little but of both. Whatever they make us do, the tiny [url.com] miracle of shortening and tagging seem to extend the very experience of words themselves. It is like the newest version of some campfire game, where a story is passed around, each person adding their own sentence to an ever-evolving, often ridiculous, plot line. 

     So it is and always will be incredible that words, regardless of the fashion in which they are consumed, never cease to create a feeling. If “the medium is the message” (McLuhan), then the feeling of falling into discovery after discovery is as much a part of the screen-tapping experience as it is the continual sensation of bumping offkeywords and bookmarking touchstones. Words are all about discovery: of what is beyond us but also within us. Maybe this isn’t what people are conscious of on a 3 hour Tumblr stumble, but maybe one day someone will stumble on one of my keywords - and if they can stomach more than 140 characters at a time, maybe it’ll stick with them and become part of their twist on this massive plot-line.

This is a first.

I have a lot of questions, and I suppose the majority of them revolve around wondering what the web-world docu-means to the world of words in general. How do endless streams of feeds and filters fit in the snapshot world of insta-140 character lives? I wanted to call this tumblr “the Spinal Crack” a play on Spinal Tap, but also a tribute to the physical cracking of a book’s spine. However, it made me ask myself, in this age of digital readers, how long will it be before that sound, that feeling of fresh anticipation, is lost to an entire generation in lieu of a power button? How is the marketing of language changing the way we read? This are not questions I seek to answer…hypothesize maybe, but if there’s one thing I love most about words it is that language is not a science; One person’s funk is another person’s leisure.