Beloved alerted me to a great rant by the Great Ranter himself, Danny Lyon on his blog Dektol. In the great tradition of the film vs. digital debate, Mr. Lyon brings up several great points about the transition of our great society to a digital one in this age of information:
It is the acceptance of, and our insistence on this instant expendable experience that is the core of the rot that is bringing down the civilization we used to call home. This insatiable desire to own, and show off on the subway, to upgrade, and upgrade and upgrade, until you don’t have enough money left to buy a beach towel without going into debt, has reduced people to slaves of consumption.
On his experience viewing his father’s photo albums:
Though the paper pages have become brittle, I can still look through these albums, and most of the pictures look pretty much like they did when he put them inside eighty five years ago. I am his son. I am touching, and holding and looking at, and smelling something my father made with his eyes and hand, when he was younger than I and all my four children are today. He was then a young man I never knew, but I can see what he saw, and can own and can touch what he made.
Couched in humor, with a very present anger, this post is a perfect primer for humor and tragedy being inexorably intertwined. Check it out here.