Twitter’s Copycat Syndrome

We have seen a rash of recent changes to Twitter making it appear to most users more like Facebook. With it’s large cover image and pinned posts, it seems that Twitter is beginning to lose its separate identity in the race to commodify its users for the benefit of its main source of income – advertisers.

Twitter 8-bit

Today, we heard about even more impending changes, that will make Twitter as we know it no longer.

With major changes and additions to the Timeline feature we have come to know and love of Twitter, combined with additional content creation tools, it begs the question – Is Twitter just like the other guys, or is there hope that it will retain is separate identity?

The fifth of November

Remember. Remember.

“Allow me first to apologise for this interruption.  I do, like many of you, appreciate the comforts of the everyday routine, the security of the familiar, the tranquility of repetition.  I enjoy them as much as any bloke.  But in the spirit of commemoration – whereby those important events of the past, usually associated with someone’s death or the end of some awful bloody struggle, are celebrated with a nice holiday – I thought we could mark this November the fifth, a day that is sadly no longer remembered, by taking some time out of our daily lives to sit down and have a little chat.

“There are, of course, those who do not want us to speak.  I suspect even now orders are being shouted into telephones and men with guns will soon be on their way.  Why?  Because while the truncheon may be used in lieu of conversation, words will always retain their power.  Words offer the means to meaning and for those who will listen, the enunciation of truth. And the truth is, there is something terribly wrong with this country, isn’t there?

Cruelty and injusticeintolerance and oppression.  And where once you had the freedom to object, to think and speak as you saw fit, you now have sensors and systems of surveillance, coercing your conformity and soliciting your submission.  How did this happen?  Who’s to blame?  Well certainly there are those who are more responsible than others, and they will be held accountable.  But again, truth be told…if you’re looking for the guilty, you need only look into a mirror.

shattered mirror

“I know why you did it.  I know you were afraid.  Who wouldn’t be?  WarTerrorDisease.  There were a myriad of problems which conspired to corrupt your reason and rob you of your common sense.  Fear got the best of you and in your panic, you turned to the now High Chancellor Adam Sutler.  He promised you order.  He promised you peace.  And all he demanded in return was your silent, obedient consent.

“Last night, I sought to end that silence. Last night, I destroyed the Old Bailey to remind this country of what it has forgotten.  More than four hundred years ago, a great citizen wished to embed the fifth of November forever in our memory.  His hope was to remind the world that fairness, justice and freedom are more than words – they are perspectives. So if you’ve seen nothing, if the crimes of this government remain unknown to you, then I would suggest that you allow the fifth of November to pass unmarked.  But if you see what I see, if you feel as I feel, and if you would seek as I seek…then I ask you to stand beside me, one year from tonight, outside the gates of Parliament.  And together, we shall give them a fifth of November that shall never, ever, be forgot!”

More than just words from a graphic novel turned into a movie.

(text credit: Warner Bros. Pictures)

The end of one road

For better or worse, my Honours thesis has been handed in.

I collected my certificate of Graduation for Bachelor of Arts (Internet Communications) from the Curtin University graduations office this afternoon.

BA (Internet Communications)

Not bad going for someone who signed up for her first university unit “just to see what it’s like” just over 3 years ago.

Not bad going for someone who thought she’d try this uni thing to see if she had what it took to get a magical piece of paper.

Not bad going for someone who didn’t finish Year 12 either of the times she started it.

Thesis

24 undergraduate units.

2 Honours units and one dissertation.

58 spiral bound pages.

 

And, I hope, one walk across a stage in February, a smile, a handshake, and a magical piece of paper with the word “Honours” on it.