Right, time to do that what I must do every week: post something related to what I’m doing in class. Hells to the yeah, we’re doing obligatory response posts. And until I’m told otherwise I’m doing this in the least academically acceptable way I can think of. Professionalism? Son, you’re reading this on the Internet, where free time goes to die and even when you’re right, you’re doing it wrong.
So, we had to read a bunch of stuff I’m too lazy to link to individually, that all had one central theme running through them.
Okay, so I actually read all the assignments like a good little student, but the point was that people aren’t reading as much as they used to. I can feel a disturbance in the force, like a thousand irate commenters crying out at once. Strange, I pretty sure at best this blog has two people reading it. Okay, so that last statement needs a bit of an explanation. People these days are simultaneously reading more and less than they used to. The sheer number of words that we take in each day far exceeds previous generations. Between social networking, texting, twitter, online forums, IM programs, online articles, and everything else, we are almost constantly bombarded with words. However we’re taking them in much smaller doses. So instead of books and essays we’re getting synopsis and soundbites.
Basically old reading is like a cannon. It’s big, it’s focused, and it can do a lot, but only in one place.
While the internet is a bit more… silly. It’s a lot bigger than a book, but scattershot and very unwieldy.
And it makes sense really. Over the summer the fates (and shoddy Chinese craftsmanship) conspired to take the term “Yiff in hell furfag” to a whole new extreme by setting my house on fire the eve of a big furry convention. (See my guide to furries to figure out what I’m talking about). As a side effect of the house fire I was left without any internet for two weeks, limited net for another two weeks, and just for fun no internet for another two weeks. For those who can’t count that meant I spend a month an a half with pretty much no connection to the outside world.
Luckily Boarders was going out of business at the time, so I loaded up on books, and threw myself into them. I burned through two novels and half of the Count of Monte Cristo, which may as well be another two novels considering that beast’s size. Once I get net connection back my reading dropped dramatically. So through completely unreliable anecdotal evidence I can see where the authors are coming from.
Hell, even the internet already knows this. tl; dr (too long; didn’t read) is older than the internet, and a quick and easy was for assholes to dismiss something out of hand.