When Nancy Gibbs, long time senior editor, took over as managing editor of Time Magazine, I cheered. I like her writing. I like her point of view; her sense of what's important more or less fitted with mine.
But lately, many -- no -- most of Time's recent cover stories -- "Fake Pot," "Rape On Campus," "Last Days 'Mad Men," "Saving Preemies," "Transgender Star of a new TV show, Laverne Cox," -- do not really interest me.
I'm sure these popular topics appeal to men and women, subscribers and readers, who are mostly concerned about their own lives -- their space and place in America. Hey, what's more important, truly important and intriguing, than the territory of you?
Anyhow, I flip through the magazine's pages and rarely pause to put a check-mark on something I want to read and pursue further. Turning the pages, the topics seem ho-hum, and not in tune with what's on my mind.
I gotta say -- I don't feel safe. Night noses wake me -- a siren. a boom -- is it the bomb? Is it IT? Is our building, our block, the city, going-going gone?
Okay, in your own territory, life is less stressful, probably easier and more enjoyable, when your mind is full of the latest popular doings. But hey, are Nancy Gibbs and her bosses diverting us -- making a lot of other stuff-and-nonsense important to keep us from thinking, wondering, worrying, trying to figure out how to fix, repair, or change -- do something -- about the bad things that are going on?
Could it possibly be a way, a tactic that keeps us not focused on the doomful things that might gather momentum -- like a snow ball that could get larger and larger as it rolls around and down the mountain?
For me the snowball's melting, mushy. I don't trust Time. Aside from the cover stories, there are plenty of articles filled with details, opinions, numbers, polls, percentages -- research on top of the research -- that obscures details that prove something-or-other is a major dangerous problem.
Yes, the other urgent, festering, dangerous, unsolved issues in the territory of you and me, are tucked in between ads, photos, articles, and cover stories.
I admire Nancy Gibbs, but she's an employee controlled by her conservative, probably rich, probably Republican bosses. Am I thinking paranoically? Hmm. Probably.
Anyway, I think Time is behind the times. I'm not renewing my subscription.
Monday, June 30, 2014
In April, 2012, he bought INSTAGRAM, for $1 billion. It provided a mobile-centric platform at a time when Facebook's activity was primarily desktop based.
I wasn't into mobile back then. I am not into mobile now.
June 2012, he bought FACE.COM, for $60 million -- it provided recognition technology that Faceobook uses to automatically tag faces in photos.
I'm having serious trouble with photos in my blog -- Facebook ignores my cartoons -- just picks what it wants.
This past February, he bought WHATSAPP, for $19 billion. It gives Facebook a presence in messaging that it's been working on for years, and also a foothold in other countries.
I can't send messages or get messages anymore on my Facebook page.
Last month he bought OCULUS VR, for $2 billion. He currently is setting up top flight engineers to work on the virtual reality headset that Oculus created.
In a press conference, Mark Z said, "Mobile is the platform of today and now we are also getting ready for the platform for tomorrow. Oculus has a chance to create the most social platform ever, and change the way we work, play and communicate."
Yowie -- Z is putting down a lot of money on virtual reality, which till very recently was considered a failure.
Are we -- you and I -- going to be facebooking in headsets?
Hey, gee -- I don't want to wear anything over my eyes, my ears and be in an artificially stimulated unreal environment with my head covered, sweating -- my hair, my crowning glory drooping, straggling, uglifying me and what I used to be -- before I got into social net-jerking.
No, no, no -- it feels so wrong -- Z is already controlling so much of our lives with his concepts -- he's buying into my future and I don't know how to stop him except by shouting, "beware of this clever-brilliant kid -- he's transforming us into money making doers, users of whatever he thinks is right, good, fascinating fun.
F - U - N?
OH MY GOD -- IS THIS THE FUTURE OF FUN?