The widely known ‘You Tube’ video phenomenon started 8 months ago in June 06. It starts as a 'REAL' video diary voyeuristically bobbing through 'Bree', a 16 year olds life. It was revealed this was a publicity stunt by the 'New York Times' , and since has leapt into life with sketches in 'Epic Movie' and other media jaunts. We are all narcissists at heart, striving to nose into other people’s lives, such is the human way! Unfortunately curiosity does kill the cat.
The first posts did get my attention; the clever use of camera angles , fast forwarding scenes and using props to entice the viewer into her life is great.
From a business angle, what a great and clever idea, using an accessible medium and keeping the viewer interested, is very Blair witch of them. I wish I had been in on the scheme.
Unfortunately the media hype has ruined the innocence of the diary sequence, and since, many more 'you tubers' have stepped on the bandwagon. It has become far too commercialised and frankly has made the you tube viewers sceptical. The camera affects have become far too specialised and the human-interest aspect is lost.
But this diary hits the heart of 'you tube'; following the growth of a person is a beautiful thing. It has changed the face of the site and has shown the power of the Internet, with worldwide recognition. Unfortunately one great endeavour does not forgive all of the rubbish that pile onto the site daily. This is a great social experiment, view this, and leave the rest.
February 21, 2007
February 9, 2007
kill me ... kill me now
The dreaded Valentines day... ahhhh
I can think of nothing more terrify than a child spearing me with an arrow (who knows where its been), well maybe one thing, the one event that scares every singleton to their core, VALENTINES DAY.
It is bad enough that we have to endure 'Rom Coms' on our own while the love struck pair next to you play tonsil tennis, let alone the one day a year where we are truly shunned by society.
Smug couples will enjoy fine food, good wines and presents just for being easy, I will be relegated to my bedroom with only the company of two fine men, Ben and Jerry. I am destined to sit in my pyjamas, alone, for eternity.
While women try desperation, copious amounts of vodka and a dance floor to bag a man on this most prolific of nights, I wonder what is there to do for refined women who keep their legs closed? Nothing, fuck all.
I have tried many proverbial bandages to heal my bruised heart on another lonely valentines, now I feel lost. I have tried many ways to dodge the starry eyed lovers. Curling up in my duvet, singing cheesy love ballads and drinking far too much red wine is a very appealing solution this February.
I am afraid denial seems to be a better friend to me, in my time of need than a good Cabernet Sauvignon; the best way to embrace my secret self-loathing is by far the most fun. I try the ambush approach, I take myself to the enemy (with a few girlfriends for backup), to the most romantic restaurant I can think of, we strut in, have far too much wine, and laugh uncomfortably loud pretending (of course) that we haven’t a care in the world. Ingenious.
But with almost all of my friends taken to the dark side this valentines and the other few hiding under the covers, it’s just me AGAIN and with nothing to do. As fun as pure hatred for couples is, I feel something productive would be a healthy option, but unless I want to join a singles mixer, ride the London eye on my own, or 'enjoy' a singles film club, I’m screwed.
If I think about this logically, couples literally envelop cities on valentines, making it suitability uncomfortable for singles to show their face in public. Restaurants are a no go, and unless you enjoy sitting next to that couple who are most definitely going to second base, the cinema is like anthrax to the singleton. It seems every activity requires a '2' when the day dawns, pool, bowling, theme park, ice skating- I could go on, but then I might have to kill myself.
All I can say in the end, is thank god for 15th, half price roses and cheap chocolate, maybe that's the little dividends single people get after this most horrific of days.
I can think of nothing more terrify than a child spearing me with an arrow (who knows where its been), well maybe one thing, the one event that scares every singleton to their core, VALENTINES DAY.
It is bad enough that we have to endure 'Rom Coms' on our own while the love struck pair next to you play tonsil tennis, let alone the one day a year where we are truly shunned by society.
Smug couples will enjoy fine food, good wines and presents just for being easy, I will be relegated to my bedroom with only the company of two fine men, Ben and Jerry. I am destined to sit in my pyjamas, alone, for eternity.
While women try desperation, copious amounts of vodka and a dance floor to bag a man on this most prolific of nights, I wonder what is there to do for refined women who keep their legs closed? Nothing, fuck all.
I have tried many proverbial bandages to heal my bruised heart on another lonely valentines, now I feel lost. I have tried many ways to dodge the starry eyed lovers. Curling up in my duvet, singing cheesy love ballads and drinking far too much red wine is a very appealing solution this February.
I am afraid denial seems to be a better friend to me, in my time of need than a good Cabernet Sauvignon; the best way to embrace my secret self-loathing is by far the most fun. I try the ambush approach, I take myself to the enemy (with a few girlfriends for backup), to the most romantic restaurant I can think of, we strut in, have far too much wine, and laugh uncomfortably loud pretending (of course) that we haven’t a care in the world. Ingenious.
But with almost all of my friends taken to the dark side this valentines and the other few hiding under the covers, it’s just me AGAIN and with nothing to do. As fun as pure hatred for couples is, I feel something productive would be a healthy option, but unless I want to join a singles mixer, ride the London eye on my own, or 'enjoy' a singles film club, I’m screwed.
If I think about this logically, couples literally envelop cities on valentines, making it suitability uncomfortable for singles to show their face in public. Restaurants are a no go, and unless you enjoy sitting next to that couple who are most definitely going to second base, the cinema is like anthrax to the singleton. It seems every activity requires a '2' when the day dawns, pool, bowling, theme park, ice skating- I could go on, but then I might have to kill myself.
All I can say in the end, is thank god for 15th, half price roses and cheap chocolate, maybe that's the little dividends single people get after this most horrific of days.
February 7, 2007
TONY ITS TIME TO BLOG....
Reviewing IAMFASHION.BLOGSPOT.COM
From blogzines to fashion advice for the car crash couture celeb its easy to get lost in the world of fashion blogs. Whether your a technophobic 80 year old or a budding fashionista iamfashion.com it's a great place to start surfing the stylish blog wave.
Unlike the heavy weights of fashion blogging such as flypaper and my fashion life this website is more of a feather weight when it comes to using it. Its easy to use scroll system and archives help you keep up to date on everything that is new and shiny in the fashion world. Whether it be ss (spring summer) or aw (autumn winter)you will be sure never to feel intimated by those Prada wearing bitches at work again.
But if your just after a quick link to the next extravagant purchase from netaporter your way out of its league, a great stepping stone for the cute and clueless surfer. This site has a plethora of links to other blogs like justmycupoftea which wont scare you with loads of jargon and insider gossip. Its basic navigation and popular topics make this site very user friendly, while still being playful and witty.
While a little shaky on writing style and tone,its a generally a bit of fun but annoying text language can ruin any website, "lol da nw chloe bg iz wkd" see my point? And with a constant bombardment of pictures any eager fashionista will grow out of its awkward style very quickly.
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