Blogus Arbitrarius

There’s conflict in a worried mind

Who sees the time he’s left behind:

The throes of youth in growing past,

A time they all said wouldn’t last.

Immortal life he’d never find.

But they look now, and what to see?

A page for him, and one for me,

And one for times he’s overslept.

Meticulous are records kept

Of every wanton memory.

And in the web our names will stay,

With evidence of games we play,

No longer lost without a word,

But in so many voices heard,

Still lost forever, either way.

By this point in the development of the internet, almost everyone, whether they interact with others online or not, has heard of internet slang, otherwise known as “netspeak” or “chatspeak” or something similar. Generally (and for good reason) it’s in the context of the slow and agonizing death of basic literacy. I have often heard those who use internet slang fall back on the excuse of “it doesn’t matter, it’s just chat” or “it doesn’t matter, it’s just Facebook.”

This is my counter-argument.

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At the Ultra Music Festival in Miami, I ran into a guy. He gave me his card, which stated that he was the creator of Grooveshark. Fortunately I actually tried the site when I got home. I’m glad I did – it’s very cool.

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