Life is .... a chaos between two silences (Beckett) ...
they lived und laughed ant loved end left (Joyce)
But A language is ... a dialect with a Department of Education and firm grasp of the curriculum.
Marketing is the death of the new. It has its purposes in this culture, where if something is not available for sale and distribution, it has no inherent meaning.
Marketing hoists objects and activities out of the realm of the personal and into the public sphere -- quite literally into the marketplace.
And it is good, for a while. Then it all goes where consumed things eventually go, into the great ocean somewhere out of mind. Then the whole digestive cycle starts over with some new product.
Thus we see, for example, what happened to hip-hop music. It's not gone, it's just ... commodified. It began as a creative explosion of vitality and originality, was acquired by Marketing and its bastard child, Fashion, and has now become the province of cute little rodents.
So take a look around you at all the Next Big Things. Don't delay, because the big yawn is already beginning.
Twitter. It's no coincidence that the most dedicated Twitterati are deep thinkers and professional news organizations. Most of the people I know who are glued to their teeny Twitters are in the media. They watch one another like animals at the water hole, the smaller ones checking to make sure when the larger ones are sleeping and it's safe to come out and drink from the pool.
Facebook. Right now Facebook is the prime tool that the forces of Marketing are marshaling to monitor your likes, dislikes, and immediate desires. Corporations have their own Facebook pages now. Find it creepy? You will.
Smartphones. This can't go on, really. People walking around like zombies with their faces buried in tiny little screens, poking at their toys like curious tots? All around us, life is going on. Trees. Puppies. Birdies in the sky.
E-mail. At this point 90% of my e-mail is either spam or crud in which I have no interest. I used to enjoy business e-mail as a humor-delivery vehicle or an alternative to in-person meetings, but after several rounds of litigation on one thing or another, I am now aware that e-mail is about as personal as a conversation in the executive washroom.
BlackBerry. Remember what life was like without it? I do. I was happier. Telecommuting. Another name for underemployment. Management consultants. Won't somebody at some point come to the realization that it's far easier to exploit people who depend on their benefits? Outsourcing. There ought to be a tax. That would take care of the whole Indian thing pronto.
Marketing. How about that? As an idea, I mean. You get rid of it and ... what?
The rest is silence. The good kind, you know, where real things happen.