Consumption Trumps Creation: On Content

One of the grossest terms ever coined is “content creator”. I can’t help but get the feeling that “content” is meant to be consumed, on to the next thing as soon as it’s finished. “Content” is cheap filler, thrown together with the cheapest ingredients, corn syrup-sweetened, and dyed to look like the real thing. Increasingly, our online spaces are inundated with highly-palatable, content-free “content”. 

Like Fruity Pebbles, I can get through the whole box before realizing I’m still hungry. My mind craves real connections, and consuming content is never going to scratch that itch. That empty feeling I get when I look up from the screen is indicative of a need that’s going unfilled while I’m cramming myself full of empty calories. 

For almost the entirety of human history, all of my interactions would’ve been with people I knew personally, the same 100 or fewer people I’d known all my life. Early in the days of social media, online interactions had the potential to follow the same path. Your Facebook feed showed only those you had chosen to be “Friends” with and you sought out the forums you were interested in. But attention can be monetized, and where there’s money to be made, someone will choose to make it, no matter the human suffering it creates. 

Now, do I think Zuck and his peers purposefully chose to make their platforms both addictive and depressing? No, I think they only cared about it being addictive and depressing was an unfortunate byproduct. I do, however, blame them for continuing down the path when the negative effects were made clear to them. But as old pal Upton Sinclair said, “It is difficult to get a man to understand something, when his salary depends on his not understanding it.”

So, if the platforms aren’t going to get any better, I have to take things into my own hands. 

For one, I no longer have any social media apps on my phone. While there are some great things about being able to connect with people from all over the globe, I know my monkey brain wasn’t meant to be blasted with the worst (and therefore most engaging) news every day, all day long. I still have the accounts because, like I’ve said before, I can still see the glimmer of good in social media. I’ll just have to log onto the web version on the laptop. 

The laptop, a 2020 MacBook Air has been on the fritz (a topic for another day) and the replacement is going to be a Mac Mini - don’t get mad at me, I’m stuck in the ecosystem, I can only fight the man a little at a time.

When the iPhone goes, it might be gone forever, replaced by a flip phone, a nice camera, and getting lost sometimes.

Consumption Trumps Creation

Too much consumption that trumps creation / So many images, obliteration / I could see how late the sun sets / But I’m installing new reality / Proliferate our new appendages / That relay all our new messages

Stephen Steinbrink, “Trust”, Arranged Waves, 2014.

Feeling empty lately? Me too. Maybe it’s just that I work from home and my days largely consist of switching between screens but most days I come up for air at some point fully dispossessed of my own body. It ebbs and flows, of course but I can’t help but think my dissatisfaction with real life has something to do with my ability to firehose information into my brain 24/7. When I look up, everything seems grayer.

I consider myself a creative person, but what do I create on a regular basis? I force myself to play guitar, and every once in a while I write a song, but how much more would I get done if I wasn’t gravitationally attracted to screens all day long? I’ve seriously considered ditching my iphone for a flip phone. Aside - Ideally, I would get a phone with a slide out keyboard but our tech billionaire overlords have decided we would all rather strap our computers directly to our face instead. But if I get rid of my smartphone, how would I accept my two-factor authentication pushes for work? 

Even more bothersome - some of the things I still find enjoyable in analog life, adult rec league sports (lol, I know) and my artist collective, Meltwater Pulse, mainly communicate through online means: How would I respond to my kickball team group messages? How would I get feedback on the songs I do manage to record?

The big piece of advice for engaging your creative side tends to be “Get bored”. I’ve proven to myself that I can’t be trusted to stay away from technology long enough. Therefore, something major has to change. Right now, I’m not sure what that is…