Webfiction
Saturday, July 31, 2010
Ripped Hyman Bleeding
Nothing but obscene profits?
Each day more reports that focus on political operators using the blogosphere, social networks, Twitter and other web portals for distort and spread false information to coerce with both commercial and political purposes . An example , another example . And one more ( no politician who does not broadcast its internet mask). Operators
ideologies that act as marketers and vice versa. For a while mimicry is pure flow in both directions. But where mask ends and begins the role?
Since more or less hidden employees of multinational cibermilitantes-hand communication gaining ground in party structures.
"But it's just that ? "Identities disposable
, trolls politicized?
Speaking of sabotage designed to measure?
Could it be that perhaps this new fauna of agitation navigating digital territories amphibians while mutated at speeds unthinkable generating another presence, another hit, another location of speech? Propagandists
intangible audiences are measured in bits . In this scenario amphibious
what degree of unreality is the Other, any Other? "All the scaffolding speculate furiously predicted the Situationists remains only manipulation and substitution?
"Replacing what?
In fact there is nothing new to the web continues to redefine our concepts and modes of fiction , to the point that fictional format that fueled the media ecology for half a century? I mean that virtual landscape that is raising suspicions on the accuracy of milestones as man on the moon or this terrible spectacle that took place "as Baudrillard called the Gulf War .
desire, horror, aesthetics, there is something that does not cross or be crossed by some source code, do not get the visual reference digital.
's not at all surprising when growing level of neurosis caused by the "digital relationships." Contacts increasingly mediated by the web.
For even called digital natives intimacy is unthinkable without connection to any digital platform. I can not stop thinking about a story that Nicholas Bacal used for work-CD times you 4440.
I copy and paste a snippet of text I wrote for the bootleg:
I copy and paste a snippet of text I wrote for the bootleg:
"In October 2008, Nicholas B. received an email from a friend in which he warned: "'ll tell you what is in the form of fiction because I do not want, or rather I find it hard to accept what happened ." In an era in which a high share of our ways of relating are mediated by the web material is what make up our fictions? What time? what differentiate fiction and desire? Fiction how to adjust our desires and vice versa? "
The information age, we already know, so is the misinformation (or distorted information.) There are other drivers preferred the neópatas or psychopaths network. But how to distinguish good or x-ray the boundaries between information, misinformation or distorted information? Did not move as computer viruses?
Meanwhile, conspiracy theories continue to multiply.
Soon the concept of fiction is suspected of conspiracy.
Meanwhile, conspiracy theories continue to multiply.
Soon the concept of fiction is suspected of conspiracy.
With Webfictions or Fiction Network accounts do not mean (in whatever form, text, audio or video) produced to circulate on the Internet, but the narratives they use (while feeding ) the mismatch between the perceptions of fiction and nonfiction in web.
again where it starts and ends where the effects of the web?
continues the text I wrote for the work of Bacal : "(...) The fact is that [the friend of Nico B.] sent a text message warning him that his girlfriend was waiting at the door of your building . But in truth it still lacked two blocks to go, and needed time as she fell from her apartment. [Just thought]: "I wonder now if seek to gain time, the way we did, is the closest you're going to be a time travel."
continues the text I wrote for the work of Bacal : "(...) The fact is that [the friend of Nico B.] sent a text message warning him that his girlfriend was waiting at the door of your building . But in truth it still lacked two blocks to go, and needed time as she fell from her apartment. [Just thought]: "I wonder now if seek to gain time, the way we did, is the closest you're going to be a time travel."
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