few weeks I have not stop talking about a new breed of celebrity: the speakers (resist the temptation to translate by charlatans, please).
The interview on television, offered in mass mailings, brochures, on websites, decorate conferences, galas, banquets and conventions.
Perhaps with this blog I do something similar, in bad naturally. Although I face my own problems.
For example, since I use an iPad I've become more internet reader writer, my blog little by little have fewer and fewer inputs. But it is curious that also can match the feeling that many people have that it is better to write a paper and go with it. " Almost a single message, at least for one season, repeated at different audiences, with the same jokes. It may be a theory, a motivational speech, an exercise coach, a "performance" a talk about men and women. A People love that stuff. Pagan, applaud and laugh. Celebrate the brilliance of the speaker without awareness of having witnessed in fact, a recording, a theatrical mm square to the script (note that is without accent, by the way).
And with blogging occurs, as with journalism, you have to write every day, or "regular" at least. A normal person can exhaust the messages you want to make the world a few months. A professional journalist is more persistent, always present to illustrate his columns, reporting. Although over the years also know that repeat, suffer constant deja vu. Today I thought the Oscars, whose delivery has not been concluded at the time of writing. But the revolutions in North Africa. Even with the speed limits. "Rivers of ink," digital now, are as always, streams of fans who are relieved on blogs or online in general and of professionals, unfortunately, also are relieved about the same speed in the newsroom.
The speakers do not. Not exhaust the issues because they almost always say the same. Nor apparently were bored.
I do not stop writing for lack of topics I can think of two dozen at the end of the day. Nor stop writing, I would like, because I am preparing a paper travel with him, but every time I come to see the Sidney Lumet film, Network, and this week, I eat demons to make a modern version in the form of talk these days "apocalyptic" end of the middle class, Eurocentric stupidity, and digital pijerío collective dumbing down.
I'd like to join the "sharp hypothesis" that blogs are dead, that of transient phenomena and make them feel as we move towards 3.0 and beyond, and I am increasingly on Twitter or Tumblr or Quran, or saw-shirt and jeans despite being closer to fifty than forty. No, do not pretend to be younger than I am (I'm the eye), not necessarily participate in the phenomenon communicative turn. Never mind the blogs, or social networks, and the literature we want to believe. Matter if you become a "speak."
Actually I think I keep writing because I repeat, although no one reads past entries except referred to Antonia San Juan. Getting readers, even through Google's new algorithm, is going through the same ticket of a lifetime. Although not write to get readers, and I'm leaving not get them.
I stop writing for stagnation, hopefully temporary. For the end of cycle slows down and you're told. Because the worst government in the English democracy is still ashamed, and is also said. Because the lack of reaction of society, including elementary levels, people who do something to change things, is also repeated. Because parents and teachers we are still far more guilty than our children and students, and also going around writing. I can continue to insist, but I can not make much sense. I do not feed my vanity, neither of you are reading me (which has merit goes to get here, thanks). And you know that this communication is closely related to vanity, especially to be right.
course the speakers or writers do best-sellers by the cache and the applause, not by reason. Remember this the next time you sell a crest on the happiness, the you ate cheese or holographic magnetic bracelet magic. They also have blogs, Twitter or videos on Youtube. With old entries.
