So it's me again folks. I know it's been a minute, but I dropping these blogs like Dr. Dre drop his albums. I had to let the buzz add up, drop a few singles...then hit you off with this. I'm a little pissed at the moment about how some of the things I've been seeing in our generation. The thing I'd like to hit on today is the technology we use and how it's gotten out of hand. Technology being the Internet, and our cell phones. And oh shit...now we have the Internet on our cell phones too. They are suppose to give us access to things a little easier, and in doing so, make us smarter. It's supposed to help us out in life, give us a connection to other people across the world, but it's been dumbing us down and keeping us close minded to a lot of other things that we pass up.
Earlier today, and many days in the past all I see are people that are going to have major neck injuries at young ages. What I mean by this is that everywhere I go all I see are people looking down on their cell phones, texting while walking, texting while driving, checking emails at work, texting at work, facebooking, twittering, and whatever else you can do on your phone. Not to mention taking pictures everywhere they go. I see people looking down while walking, crossing the street, eating, in the bathroom, and pretty much where ever else you can humanly be. I had to get on this chick when I went to a Dr.'s appointment a few weeks ago. While she was supposed to be taking my blood pressure and my other vitals, she had to finish fucking texting first. I'm not sure which was worse, the fact the she had the audacity to actually finish her slow ass text messages, or that she had to be at least in her mid 30's...damn. As far as these lames go...Why do people have to be in the club texting, on facebook, or hitting up folks on twitter letting everyone else know they are at some club, party, bar, or any other type of function. Is it that boring? It has to be. I know when I'm out I usually try to enjoy my surroundings, and the people that I'm hanging out with. I thought that was the whole point of actually going out is to go out to have fun. If you have to tell me and everyone else know that you have a drink in your hand at the club, sorry, but you're lame !! I don't need to hear that you are on your seventh drink and shit faced, lame. I don't need to know what you're eating, or whatever the fuck else is going on while I'm not with you. That shit is lame. And ladies, can you please stop taking those drunk ass bathroom pictures in the bathroom, yikes. Put it to rest....please.
One more thing that I wanted to touch on was that we aren't really taking advantage of what the web was created for. I understand that it's fun to surf the web and look things up for entertainment and all, but damn is that all we use it for? The Internet has almost every answer we want to know if we take the time away from the entertainment blog sites and spend time looking them up....the answers and information that is. Although all the information is there, yes, let's spend the time to actually read our research and not just copy and paste that shit like we did in high school, but put it into our own words. In college instead of reading the book we get the cliff notes. It's pretty much like instead of taking the knowledge we've learned in class to do the math problem the long way and actually understand what we are doing....we just use the freaking calculator and go straight to the answer. We are robbing ourselves of the knowledge that's right in front of our faces. I see and hear people quoting Jay-Z and Lil Wayne all day. They are poets in their own right, but instead of reading a book, or a newspaper, all we need to do is pop in a CD and get the good word. Yeah yeah, we all can take a few lines out of the whole album and relate, of course. But how many people actually lived in shit holes, the slums, moms couldn't feed the whole family, had to sell crack, weed and other shit, and them become millionaires after actually working on their God given talent and perfecting their craft. And I'm not talking about the people that sold weed for a few weeks or months, and then was off and on with the shit to smoke for free and buy some new shoes....lame, but that's a whole other blog in itself. I'll get to that another time. Back to what I was saying. The Internet has in a way crippled us to only social networks, blog sites about the entertainers as well as other public figures, and other forms of entertainment instead of what it was built for. We are cheating ourselves. We aren't taking full advantage of what the net has to offer. It's the world wide web, not city and state wide web. We've been so used to following our idols, and not mom and dad like it should be and was in the past, I mean the person who's on the A list...or that chick or dude with the hottest album out right now.
Maybe I'm going a bit overboard with it all, and maybe not, but I'm sure this will make you think a little bit. If that's the result then my job is done. I know I've said a few things in here that I've actually done myself, yeah yeah. But since everyone has been quoting Jay-Z these last few months kind of hard - I have one myself. "... I know I'm guilty of it too, but not like them..." ( Lost One - Kingdom Come ) Later folks, I know I talk a little shit, but damn let's pick up a book and use the Internet for what it's really worth. The information is right in front of us, and we have all the access we need to get it. Let's take the time to spend with our friends and family to be with them, and not update everyone else via facebook and twitter to say what we are doing....come on. And with that said, holla at me www.facebook.com/MAURICE.HALL07 haha. Hey.....we all do it. Goodnight. Later.
Monday, September 28, 2009
Friday, August 7, 2009
GOOD MORNING !!
I've decided to start writing these blogs with the help of a good friend of mine, Ashley, that has her own page here writing about her "Wednesday Dinners" that she goes on. Every Wednesday she goes to a different spot to grab a meal and gives her critique. My blogs are going to be a little different. I want to give to a little bit of insight about my life, they way I experience things, and how they flow inside my head. In November of 2006 I was sitting inside my car, about to go out a get a meal, and a few guys ran up and just started shooting. A few weeks prior I just turned 24 years old, but needless to say, my life took a complete turn. That's a different story that I'll be turning into a book one day so be on the look out. My first blog is a entry I wrote inside my journal a couple of days ago, so I'd like to share it with you.
August 5, 2009
6:51 am
Sometimes I like to wake up a little extra early to feel and listen to the day I used to be a part of. It usually starts off with the birds outside my window singing their songs of love to each other in the trees. ( Tweet tweet, chirp chirp...you know the sounds) Then the sun creeps through my shades letting me know it there. Next are the sounds of public transportation, ( the metro bus ) probably running late as usual, pissing a lot of people off. That fucking 33, 333, or the 105 going up Venice. A bus packed full of the variety of people that La has to offer, crowded with bad attitudes, sometimes, a bit of anxiety, most of the time....and a bus driver or two passing up that guy or woman in the wheelchair. God forbid they stop with a bus full of crowded people already running late. Everyone knows it's morally wrong, but shit, people still are hoping and wishing he doesn't stop. That's at least another 5 or more minutes that they have to wait. I'm grateful I don't do the PT( public transportation) anymore because that guy is me now. HaHa.
Now, the silence before the storm. Then comes either a quick horn, the swerving sounds, or the gentle cry of, " Hey...Fuck you. You cut me off you prick !! " Here come the traffic. Need I explain? Cars pass by like bullets on the battle field. East to West, North to South. The shit is crazy, chaotic, but a thing of beauty wrapped into one. The variety of people, cultures, religions, genders, all going to different destinations at the same time. Everybody is just on that road headed to a place trying to make their dreams come true. Some jobs you love, some you're just there trying to get a pay check, some you just fucking hate, but it's all for the same cause. Soon it'll be rush hour, and in the late afternoon people will be headed back home or maybe to get a drink so they can forget about the shit they just did today. Drink a bit, smoke a bit, or whatever other fix people may need for the problems at work. Now i don't even want to get into what the 10 or that deadly 405 has to offer. I kinda left that out on purpose. I'll save that for another day, another time.
I'll take a deep breath or two, inhale it all in, then close my eyes and say fuck it... I never was a morning person anyway. I'm going back to sleep. Headphones on, a little fluff of the pillows - head back down. Peace.
August 5, 2009
6:51 am
Sometimes I like to wake up a little extra early to feel and listen to the day I used to be a part of. It usually starts off with the birds outside my window singing their songs of love to each other in the trees. ( Tweet tweet, chirp chirp...you know the sounds) Then the sun creeps through my shades letting me know it there. Next are the sounds of public transportation, ( the metro bus ) probably running late as usual, pissing a lot of people off. That fucking 33, 333, or the 105 going up Venice. A bus packed full of the variety of people that La has to offer, crowded with bad attitudes, sometimes, a bit of anxiety, most of the time....and a bus driver or two passing up that guy or woman in the wheelchair. God forbid they stop with a bus full of crowded people already running late. Everyone knows it's morally wrong, but shit, people still are hoping and wishing he doesn't stop. That's at least another 5 or more minutes that they have to wait. I'm grateful I don't do the PT( public transportation) anymore because that guy is me now. HaHa.
Now, the silence before the storm. Then comes either a quick horn, the swerving sounds, or the gentle cry of, " Hey...Fuck you. You cut me off you prick !! " Here come the traffic. Need I explain? Cars pass by like bullets on the battle field. East to West, North to South. The shit is crazy, chaotic, but a thing of beauty wrapped into one. The variety of people, cultures, religions, genders, all going to different destinations at the same time. Everybody is just on that road headed to a place trying to make their dreams come true. Some jobs you love, some you're just there trying to get a pay check, some you just fucking hate, but it's all for the same cause. Soon it'll be rush hour, and in the late afternoon people will be headed back home or maybe to get a drink so they can forget about the shit they just did today. Drink a bit, smoke a bit, or whatever other fix people may need for the problems at work. Now i don't even want to get into what the 10 or that deadly 405 has to offer. I kinda left that out on purpose. I'll save that for another day, another time.
I'll take a deep breath or two, inhale it all in, then close my eyes and say fuck it... I never was a morning person anyway. I'm going back to sleep. Headphones on, a little fluff of the pillows - head back down. Peace.
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