the creator/consumer divide

Okay, so I missed day 5.

I don’t know what to blame it on, I don’t know what I wanted to say, but I do know that you probably don’t care about BEDIM. I don’t blame you – it’s a personal project, and all you get from it is more emails from WordPress notifying you of – sigh – another post from that girl on the internet who has far too many feelings for her own good.

Well. Thanks for being here! I appreciate it, and I appreciate you.

See how I said “you” and not “you guys”? I think that comes from my newfound notice of the difference between the two. Today, as the title probably told you, I want to talk about the creator/consumer divide in terms of internet content creators and consumers regarding the way consumers are addressed.

Essentially, we’re all creators and consumers. You create a photo for Instagram, and the 200 people that like it consume it. A YouTuber creates a video with a clickbaity title, like “I WAS SHOT BY MY UBER DRIVER UNDERWATER IN PARIS???” and the 500 000 people that watch it and end up disappointed (because really, her Uber driver was her friend who took her to a Parisian themed theme park and they shot water guns at each other) are the consumers.

Because of the way the internet has evolved, every moment you spend consuming content is individual and deeply personal. You like the photo on Instagram because you feel obligated to, or because they always like your photos, or because you actually like the photo. Either way, your motivations are singular, as are the experiences you have when you read a blog, or watch a video.

It’s a silly little thing, but Tessa Violet spoke about it shortly in this video: when Youtubers address their audience as “you guys”, the security is gone. The moment is no longer an individual experience, like the internet promises us we’ll have. I don’t know, I think it’s interesting, if anything, how the tone of an apology video on YouTube can change depending on whether the creator apologises to “you” or to “you guys”.

It’s interesting. A thought.

Bit of a filler, this post.

love and light
shalom xo

Scoot on ~ the trouble of theme choosing

SIDE NOTE: this post was meant to be published last night, buuuut our friend the internet did not allow for such. Sorry, I’ll just be posting twice today! X

The theme on my blog is aptly named TwentyThirteen. And being the person that I am, today, I sat down and said to myself, “Come now, whatever happened to leaving TwentyThirteen in 2013?” So, as the average human being would do, I went to the mirror and poked the reflection for 13 minutes – oh, yes, I now have a watch- and then I decided to browse through some new themes.

Now, because I’m me  (otherwise known as ridiculously indecisive and unable to be fast about it) I felt really intimidated by all of the themes and the variety posed by them all. I guess the logistics were simple: choose a new theme that’s good for mostly text posts and is interesting enough to look at. 

What actually happened was 21 minutes of scrolling and anxiety.

So, let me introduce you to a very small selection of the WordPress themes that I considered, and the extreme in-my-head conversation that accompanied them.

  • TwentyFourteen

twentyfourteen-home

Hey, seeing that that’s next year and my current theme corresponds with the year, I should probably carry on with that. Oh. Ohhh. This is pretty. Look how those photos show up. Pretty. Featured images really shine in this theme.‘ Hey, that would work…if I used featured images. -_- Okay, so this one is out. Bummer.

  • Shine On

Shine On

OWL! I like owls! MM, this looks cool. Looks like it could be used for writing. Mm, sounds good. Oh, what’s Harry’s owl’s name? Headwig! Why isn’t this theme called Headwig? Oh well, you can’t have everything. It’s pretty bright, it could possibly be exciting! Megh. Megh megh megh. No, not this one.

  • Writr

Home Page

A HOT CUP OF TEA! I do like this! still, this isn’t a photo blog…and there are these two columns that kinda scare me…but the colours are pretty? Yeah no this isn’t going to work.

  • EVERY SINGLE THEME

Achahacahahahah hehe sleepy time 😀 oh is that a goat? Hmm what’s on tumblr? THIS CRAPPY INTERNET CONNECTION IS KILLING ALL VIBES THAT I HAVE EVER HAD.

me: yeah it’s almost 3am better sleep
next harry potter book: oh no you don’t
me: leave me alone I want sleep
harry: hello there
me: WTF IM HALLUCINATING I NEED SLEEP
dudley’smom: harry come here now you rubbish child
me: OH NO YOU DIDN’T hold on sleep I’ll be back

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And this is the reason my theme is still TwentyThirteen.

Well, new year’s posts are mandatory, so see you tomorrowowowowowowWOW! 😀

All my love, all the time

-Scoot xx

Scoot on ~ The Beautiful Craziness That Is My Home

DEAREST INTERNET HOW I’VE MISSED YOU

MARRY ME

NEVER LEAVE ME

Beautiful beings, I’m back! Huge huge huge shout outs to my dearest dearest Jess – this girl is my the left boob to my life and I really did miss her! (‘Left boob’ being an affectionate term, and contrary to popular or unpopular belief, Jessica Rachel Craven is not a breast.) Then to Miss Beckensträter: JENNA YOU’RE LOVELY AND I HOPE YOU’RE DOING A-O-GOOD PIE! And lastly, to anyone and everyone out there who reads this, to beating hearts all around: I hope I get to come in contact with your beautiful soul someday! ♥

Now, the question at hand: Where the hell have I been, and WHY ME NO UPDATE????

To be frank, *takes deep breath*, I went to Ethiopia for 2 weeks because my dad now works at the AU and I sat in the lobby of the apartment we were staying in because the wifi was there and at every available moment, so was I, and I wrote posts and published two of them and also stayed indoors of the Furnished Diplomat Apartments, Addis Ababa, for most of the time except during the last week when I went to the AU (African Union) Headquarters and the National Museum of Ethiopia partially because I had to take pictures or my friend Rebecca would kill me with fire and then I packed up my stuff and headed back to South Africa for all of one day and then re-packed and hopped back on a plane to Nigeria where *ANOTHER DEEP BREATH* we’d be denied visitation rights to my mother’s insanely amazing familia and forced to go to y father’s village where everything village like exists including evil witches who use you don’t want to get on the bad side of and I got malaria and then flew back and I am now in Johannesburg in my house on a couch updating.

In brief, that’s where I’ve been the past month. 

I’ve been on 4 planes and in 3 airports, and I’m tired as hell on a stick (I do wonder how tired hell really can be if there are people burning in it?I I guess burning is rather tedious.) and right  now, I have some serious appreciation for South Africa.

Today, at 3am, I watched a sunrise from a South African Airways plane seat. I watched the sun rise from above the clouds. I saw my home unfold – and I was silent, for a while. I mean, it’s not every day, or even every second day that you see something like that. And I’m sure I could have been flying to Tehran and seen exactly the same thing, but there’s something about coming home that changes the way everything is. 

I guess it’s been difficult to orient myself with a specific nationality, just in my eyes though. My mom and dad are Nigerian born and raised (HUGE stigma in South Africa) and I was born rather patriotically on July 4th in Prince George’s County, Maryland, USA. I live in Johannesburg, South Africa. 3 passports makes it difficult to identify yourself. I’m an American born South African with Nigerian parents. WHAPOWOWOWOWOW!

After a month away from my own house, I can tell you one thing: Tonight, I may not sleep well. What’s certain, however, is that I’m here in SA, and it is my home; I love it.

I love this country, and I love these people, and I love this place.

Spend a month in the rest of Africa -or even just 2 countries- after living comfortably in Joburg, and you would too.

This pampoen is getting her SOUTH AFRICAN I.D tomorrow 😀 somebody drop a whoop! Stay wonderful now. 😉

All my love, all the time

-Scoot xx

I KNOW WHO YOU ARE

So that’s different. I know who you are. Lies, I really don’t. But I know somethings that I know about you. So today, there’s no Scoot On, there’s just Scoot. And also the fact that I have a couple things to say, again.

So first off I wanted to let you all know that there is a male I have a fondness towards, and he’s lovely. And I have this super huge urge to gush and just tell how lovely and wonderful he is and how he makes me all butterflies (well he doesn’t make butterflies for me but he gives me butterflies-oh you get the point) and all of the sort, but he’s probably gonna be one of you who reads this. Cue the embarrassment.

Secondly, I wanted to tell you that I genuinely appreciate you. If you’re reading this, I do. I’ve been on this blog for about 2 and a half weeks and the response I’ve gotten has been tremendous. I mean, it’s not like I have 80 new followers every time I come on here, but I do have 10 of them. 10 whom I love dearly and 10 who I wish I could bake cookies for. I make quite crappy cookies though, so I guess most of you guys would have to settle for hugs. Sorry.

Third, I really love the internet. I guess I’ve always been a loud person but the internet is amazing. I’ve never had such a space to just share free thinking and share general musings. I guess I thought that just being me was saying enough-which it is, but you know those things that just make you cringe, or grin uncontrollably? The internet is where I found those things, and the internet is where I talk about those things. So thanks, internet. And to all the strange and beautiful and lovely people who make it happen.

Four: The Great Gatsby is brilliant. I read it and I sure as hell wanted to go and find F. Scott Fitzgerald himself and kiss him. Slight problem seeing that he’s been dead since 1940. That book though, its just ah no words amazing brilliance gaaah. (That is how NOT to phrase a sentence, by the way.)

THE GREAT GATSBY QUOTES SPAM

  • “I wasn’t actually in love, but I felt a sort of tender curiosity.” 
  • “Well, there I was, way off my ambitions, getting deeper in love every minute, and all of a sudden I didn’t care.”
  • “I fell in love with her courage, her sincerity, and her flaming self respect. And it’s these things I’d believe in, even if the whole world indulged in wild suspicions that she wasn’t all she should be. I love her and it is the beginning of everything.”

 

I love each and every one of you people as if you were my Siamese twin. That’s a lot of love, I’ll have you know. I love you people, and I thank you for being alive. Keep reading, and keep telling people to read 😀 but only if you want to, of course 

All my love all the time

-Scoot xx