Thanks, Collin. I'd written about five paragraphs toward a comment, then got out the little pot still and twenty feet of copper tubing and boiled it all down to this:
Mr. "How Algorithms Flattened Culture" has apparently figured out how to ride this wave; much like the folks in the hall for the Grammys have figured out that riding the wave of our grievances and status anxiety and lost hopes can be monetized, too. Why bother trying to fix the inequity? It's fraught with difficulties, scammers and anger. Nope. We'll all just natter about it. Mission Accomplished. I'll just skip it. But;
While the Machine is tirelessly insidious in its efforts to co-opt (and monetize and corrupt) the light that Chapman and Combs brought to that stage and our ears; Bomani Jones nailed what that moment illuminated (thanks for the link): "Look at what brought down the house on that stage. Look at the people that make the stuff now. See what the difference is, and you might find out what the problem is."
Yet still, despite all the distraction of glitz and glamour and sex appeal and marketing, a little bit of that earnest light shined past and through it all, and as I'd observed before, maybe a few of us remember what it felt like when it eked its way into our truer selves.
Thanks, Collin. I'd written about five paragraphs toward a comment, then got out the little pot still and twenty feet of copper tubing and boiled it all down to this:
Mr. "How Algorithms Flattened Culture" has apparently figured out how to ride this wave; much like the folks in the hall for the Grammys have figured out that riding the wave of our grievances and status anxiety and lost hopes can be monetized, too. Why bother trying to fix the inequity? It's fraught with difficulties, scammers and anger. Nope. We'll all just natter about it. Mission Accomplished. I'll just skip it. But;
While the Machine is tirelessly insidious in its efforts to co-opt (and monetize and corrupt) the light that Chapman and Combs brought to that stage and our ears; Bomani Jones nailed what that moment illuminated (thanks for the link): "Look at what brought down the house on that stage. Look at the people that make the stuff now. See what the difference is, and you might find out what the problem is."
Yet still, despite all the distraction of glitz and glamour and sex appeal and marketing, a little bit of that earnest light shined past and through it all, and as I'd observed before, maybe a few of us remember what it felt like when it eked its way into our truer selves.