the digital age. brings a lot of pain a lot of pleasure. is it good? i don’t know. Were always gonna be more advanced. why fight it? just go with it. adapt like everyone has since the beginning of time. technology is the future, embrace it.
There was a photo copier on the desk… it was gathering dust like everything else in this old office room. Countless papers collected near the computer screen, a light seemed to flicker from it, though it appeared off.
Our world is fast, hard, digital and yet we still long for the soft slow simple days. In reality everyone was happier. Now its all Technicolor and fancy free, wireless and heartless. Where did your love go? she asked him. Out with my last iphone he replied.
“Shoot!” I was so frustrated with what was considered the *best* technology of this minute. “Why can’t I figure this stupid thing out??”
He smirked and reached for the camera. “I’ll fix that.”
all consuming new technology erasing all speed requirements and expectations before invention considered to be the norm., new age ,dawn of ,and now daily accepted as the tool that we have to have or you may be on the wrong side of the “divide”
The digital age is where we now live. We rely on our technology, rather than ourselves, to survive. We loose our essence in the abyss of gigs and numbers. Where do we go from here? Can you say, “The final frontier…”?
photography and cellphones take this to a whole new level. if it were up to me we would never have gone “digital”. takes away from the simplicity of life… how i wish we could go back in time.
A change in the basic thought of thought, the screen that filters the true value of written meaning, the light at the end of the tunnel….. A revolutionary change in the value/interpretation of the written word…. The Birth of the blogger and the death of the novelist…. and last but if not the least what one does to a woman….
Clocks are a way to take time and make it ours. We don’t own time but we want to. Digitalize out souls like the pocket pets of my 90’s youth. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles were brighter than this box we try to trap the clock’s hands in.
It is safe, protecting myself in this digital world, but it is painful too. The death of characters, the break ups between people who will never exist; it stabs me as well. I involve myself in a fake world and detach myself from the reality. The further I distance myself, the safer I am. This pain I feel from nonexistent lives…it’s so strong. The pain I’ve touched, the pain that’s brushed by me, grabbed me only long enough until I am able to pull away, has stung a million times worse. The full pain of a real life, the full pain of the suffering of a fellow human being, might rip me into a million pieces. I may shatter like the glass facade that’s built around me. But if that’s what it takes to get closer to you, than so be it. Break me with your own worries, but please help me pick up the pieces afterward.
digital. cameras snap a picture of you. snap and yo0u are there. push a button and it is gone. no more developing. goodbye accidental photos forever existing as a beautiful memory. hello erasing a memory accidently.
You know I never believed in 0s and 1s. There was emptiness and there was something. I’ve never understood information technology — it doesn’t make sense to me how little lines in chips could make all these wonderful things that so improve human life.
Our digital clock sat flashing across from me, resting on a worn coffee table. We’d stopped caring about time any more. We lost ourselves in tangles of arms and legs and sweet morning kisses. We went back and relied purely on our innate desires to love. We would set the clock once time was told in digital numbers and not moments of pure bliss.
the digital world was horrible. i hated it. nature is infinitely less complex than the comfortable alarms systems and high-def televisions in your mansion. I learned to adapt. my life was happiness one could only find in the solace of tall trees and odorous dirt. Nothing can change that.
digital image is bullshit it is a stupid thing i must do. Just one of the many things which makes me hate graphic design and want to fuck posters and stickers and go live in the jungle. with the trees and the frogs, huge cats. Puma.
The digital clock stares back at you, its glowing gaze bearing a whole into your weary mind. 4:00 a.m… So many thoughts, piercing regrets penetrating your brain. The bed is empty as you lie in it, the familiar sound of a lover breathing and the feel of it on your chest is gone. But you wished for that, didn’t you? You wouldn’t have left her if you didn’t. You wouldn’t be unable to sleep because of her if you did… But here your are, unable to sleep…Because of her. Every minute without her turns into hours. And so you turn your head from that digital and lie awake for what feels like hours. You face the clock again.
digital like your fingers. digit. little tapping fingermarks on the inside of your screen, little sign-languages flashing between everyone nowadays. prestadigitation. thats what it all is
I don’t really like the word digital because it seems off balances to the right. The way the i’s enclose the g is nice, but then that tal at the end throws everything off. It is just an odd thing. the way it rolls off my lips is strange too. The entire word is kind of mocking me in a way. It is kind of saying ha ha
This digital age we are in astounds me everyday. I can be connected to people across the world as if they are really just down the street. I’m afraid it is corrupting our sense of relationships though and changing the way we communicate for the worse.
not manual. it is electronic. I have digital clocks all over my house. it has the word digit in it which means numbers. It has 7 letters. It has three vowels and three consonants.
i had a digital watch once. i used it to time myself when i would run cross country. as great as cross country was for my body, i always hated it. it made my legs hurt, and my back and shins. and it was always hot. so god awful hot all of the time and it only made me irritable by the ticking minute. i dropped out of the sport; it was too competitive for my taste.
it wasnt until recently that i got involved in the barefoot running movement that seems to be sweeping the nation, running isnt a chore as it seemed to be before, now its effortless, free, and pure amazing all together.
the digital camaras help lots of people to take memories of the travels and important moments in their lifes.
for me is an important tool to comunicate and express what you see in the world and what happens in our life.
What a waste of my time. Digital is for the baby boomer generation what Victorian clocks were to the Lost Generation. Oh man, what I wouldn’t give for a digital watch? No, screw that. I want something real, something tangible. And yet, I do this on a computer. So what else is new? I just don’t want to be a part of the decrease of society, honestly.
She looked at her digital clock that kept flashing that it was before 4am somehow. She couldn’t believe that today was the day that she was going to dance in front of all of her friends and family.
digital is what makes us move, at least that is what you first perceive. but the digital world that keeps track of time is all that holds us back from our potential free intuitive spirit
cameras are super neat i remeber in grade 6 camern got her camera first it was so awesome, then i got my digital camera, lumix, it was blakc.. i remeber ally saying to was nicer then camerons and i felt like i was so cool… my nest digital camera broke.. i was sad, well its not techincally broken but it still is fucked.
I hate the color red. It seems like an angry color. Therefore a digital clock is one thing i will never buy…unless of course there’s one without red numbers…someone should let me know if they find one without red…
My eyes open. The neon green letters glow ominously off my ceiling. 5:23. Almost time to arise from my cozy nest of bedsheets and pillows and drag myself through another week day. I can’t feel my arms and legs. They float in a sea of pure bliss as peaceful complacency engulfs me. There are no thoughts, no disquieting worries, just silence. Yet, comfortable silence, not of the creeping nature. 5:48. This irrational machine must be defective. 25 minutes… gone? It can’t be. The precious moments of complete comfort and contentment are slipping away from me. I dread the last few minutes as I watch the numbers grow ever nearer. 5:57. Damn this digital clock, mocking me with every deliberate change in number.
We are living in the digital age. Twentyfirst century, ladies and gents. Don’t speak, just type, please. Don’t think, just write. We are living in the digital age. The twentyfirst century. No more voice. Just the written word will take hold.
pixelated.
the squares that make up
every image
edited or not how can you tell?
today there is no defined line
between what is reality
and what is surreal
what we have created
and what was already there
fix me
make me smile in the picture instead
it’s something new, something that was made in the last 20 years, I mean thew internet is just the beginning of the 20 years now look where we are. Digital, the word holds so much potential in itself. How are we supposed to even know what it will bring, everything it encompasses is the future.
“in this digital age” has become the standard cliche when talking about the technological developments of the 21st century. why it has to have a negative connotation, i have no idea. this shit is the bomb.
the word digital makes me think of all things electric. Like an electric clock with a loud alarm, or a cell phone, or even this computer that i’m writing this sentence on. it makes me think of a fast paced world where people don’t appreciate things that they should.
the digital age. brings a lot of pain a lot of pleasure. is it good? i don’t know. Were always gonna be more advanced. why fight it? just go with it. adapt like everyone has since the beginning of time. technology is the future, embrace it.
There was a photo copier on the desk… it was gathering dust like everything else in this old office room. Countless papers collected near the computer screen, a light seemed to flicker from it, though it appeared off.
computers cameras ipods internet facebook microsoft itunes possibilities music more
camera, i love cameras.
they are my life, along with music and sports.
i like film cameras better though. <3
Our world is fast, hard, digital and yet we still long for the soft slow simple days. In reality everyone was happier. Now its all Technicolor and fancy free, wireless and heartless. Where did your love go? she asked him. Out with my last iphone he replied.
“Shoot!” I was so frustrated with what was considered the *best* technology of this minute. “Why can’t I figure this stupid thing out??”
He smirked and reached for the camera. “I’ll fix that.”
all consuming new technology erasing all speed requirements and expectations before invention considered to be the norm., new age ,dawn of ,and now daily accepted as the tool that we have to have or you may be on the wrong side of the “divide”
The digital age is where we now live. We rely on our technology, rather than ourselves, to survive. We loose our essence in the abyss of gigs and numbers. Where do we go from here? Can you say, “The final frontier…”?
photography and cellphones take this to a whole new level. if it were up to me we would never have gone “digital”. takes away from the simplicity of life… how i wish we could go back in time.
A change in the basic thought of thought, the screen that filters the true value of written meaning, the light at the end of the tunnel….. A revolutionary change in the value/interpretation of the written word…. The Birth of the blogger and the death of the novelist…. and last but if not the least what one does to a woman….
Clocks are a way to take time and make it ours. We don’t own time but we want to. Digitalize out souls like the pocket pets of my 90’s youth. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles were brighter than this box we try to trap the clock’s hands in.
the digital age is pussifiying the youth of today. go out and play in some dirt and have a life you drones.
It is safe, protecting myself in this digital world, but it is painful too. The death of characters, the break ups between people who will never exist; it stabs me as well. I involve myself in a fake world and detach myself from the reality. The further I distance myself, the safer I am. This pain I feel from nonexistent lives…it’s so strong. The pain I’ve touched, the pain that’s brushed by me, grabbed me only long enough until I am able to pull away, has stung a million times worse. The full pain of a real life, the full pain of the suffering of a fellow human being, might rip me into a million pieces. I may shatter like the glass facade that’s built around me. But if that’s what it takes to get closer to you, than so be it. Break me with your own worries, but please help me pick up the pieces afterward.
clocks. time is rapid. jump. one minute. now the next. no in between. where did time go? into the clock. it’s the digital movement. the new age =
digital. cameras snap a picture of you. snap and yo0u are there. push a button and it is gone. no more developing. goodbye accidental photos forever existing as a beautiful memory. hello erasing a memory accidently.
You know I never believed in 0s and 1s. There was emptiness and there was something. I’ve never understood information technology — it doesn’t make sense to me how little lines in chips could make all these wonderful things that so improve human life.
Our digital clock sat flashing across from me, resting on a worn coffee table. We’d stopped caring about time any more. We lost ourselves in tangles of arms and legs and sweet morning kisses. We went back and relied purely on our innate desires to love. We would set the clock once time was told in digital numbers and not moments of pure bliss.
Mydigital clock once told me about boobs.
the digital world was horrible. i hated it. nature is infinitely less complex than the comfortable alarms systems and high-def televisions in your mansion. I learned to adapt. my life was happiness one could only find in the solace of tall trees and odorous dirt. Nothing can change that.
So many things are digital in our current day and age. Would we even be capable to live without it? How would our lives be different?
digital image is bullshit it is a stupid thing i must do. Just one of the many things which makes me hate graphic design and want to fuck posters and stickers and go live in the jungle. with the trees and the frogs, huge cats. Puma.
The digital clock stares back at you, its glowing gaze bearing a whole into your weary mind. 4:00 a.m… So many thoughts, piercing regrets penetrating your brain. The bed is empty as you lie in it, the familiar sound of a lover breathing and the feel of it on your chest is gone. But you wished for that, didn’t you? You wouldn’t have left her if you didn’t. You wouldn’t be unable to sleep because of her if you did… But here your are, unable to sleep…Because of her. Every minute without her turns into hours. And so you turn your head from that digital and lie awake for what feels like hours. You face the clock again.
4:01 a.m.
digital like your fingers. digit. little tapping fingermarks on the inside of your screen, little sign-languages flashing between everyone nowadays. prestadigitation. thats what it all is
I don’t really like the word digital because it seems off balances to the right. The way the i’s enclose the g is nice, but then that tal at the end throws everything off. It is just an odd thing. the way it rolls off my lips is strange too. The entire word is kind of mocking me in a way. It is kind of saying ha ha
This digital age we are in astounds me everyday. I can be connected to people across the world as if they are really just down the street. I’m afraid it is corrupting our sense of relationships though and changing the way we communicate for the worse.
not manual. it is electronic. I have digital clocks all over my house. it has the word digit in it which means numbers. It has 7 letters. It has three vowels and three consonants.
i had a digital watch once. i used it to time myself when i would run cross country. as great as cross country was for my body, i always hated it. it made my legs hurt, and my back and shins. and it was always hot. so god awful hot all of the time and it only made me irritable by the ticking minute. i dropped out of the sport; it was too competitive for my taste.
it wasnt until recently that i got involved in the barefoot running movement that seems to be sweeping the nation, running isnt a chore as it seemed to be before, now its effortless, free, and pure amazing all together.
the digital camaras help lots of people to take memories of the travels and important moments in their lifes.
for me is an important tool to comunicate and express what you see in the world and what happens in our life.
What a waste of my time. Digital is for the baby boomer generation what Victorian clocks were to the Lost Generation. Oh man, what I wouldn’t give for a digital watch? No, screw that. I want something real, something tangible. And yet, I do this on a computer. So what else is new? I just don’t want to be a part of the decrease of society, honestly.
She looked at her digital clock that kept flashing that it was before 4am somehow. She couldn’t believe that today was the day that she was going to dance in front of all of her friends and family.
digital is what makes us move, at least that is what you first perceive. but the digital world that keeps track of time is all that holds us back from our potential free intuitive spirit
cameras are super neat i remeber in grade 6 camern got her camera first it was so awesome, then i got my digital camera, lumix, it was blakc.. i remeber ally saying to was nicer then camerons and i felt like i was so cool… my nest digital camera broke.. i was sad, well its not techincally broken but it still is fucked.
I hate the color red. It seems like an angry color. Therefore a digital clock is one thing i will never buy…unless of course there’s one without red numbers…someone should let me know if they find one without red…
My eyes open. The neon green letters glow ominously off my ceiling. 5:23. Almost time to arise from my cozy nest of bedsheets and pillows and drag myself through another week day. I can’t feel my arms and legs. They float in a sea of pure bliss as peaceful complacency engulfs me. There are no thoughts, no disquieting worries, just silence. Yet, comfortable silence, not of the creeping nature. 5:48. This irrational machine must be defective. 25 minutes… gone? It can’t be. The precious moments of complete comfort and contentment are slipping away from me. I dread the last few minutes as I watch the numbers grow ever nearer. 5:57. Damn this digital clock, mocking me with every deliberate change in number.
We are living in the digital age. Twentyfirst century, ladies and gents. Don’t speak, just type, please. Don’t think, just write. We are living in the digital age. The twentyfirst century. No more voice. Just the written word will take hold.
photos, computer, watches, clocks, the downfall of man. Simplicity lost. The dawn of a new age, and last but not least. My next girlfriend.
pixelated.
the squares that make up
every image
edited or not how can you tell?
today there is no defined line
between what is reality
and what is surreal
what we have created
and what was already there
fix me
make me smile in the picture instead
it’s something new, something that was made in the last 20 years, I mean thew internet is just the beginning of the 20 years now look where we are. Digital, the word holds so much potential in itself. How are we supposed to even know what it will bring, everything it encompasses is the future.
“in this digital age” has become the standard cliche when talking about the technological developments of the 21st century. why it has to have a negative connotation, i have no idea. this shit is the bomb.
the word digital makes me think of all things electric. Like an electric clock with a loud alarm, or a cell phone, or even this computer that i’m writing this sentence on. it makes me think of a fast paced world where people don’t appreciate things that they should.