December 31 i grabbed a beer, threw it up and said “2020 is my year”. and honestly i thought that that was true until i gave it until like a month or two. this is getting kind of ridiculous at this point. my cat died and a global pandemic took my life . and i put out some music that nobody liked. so i really bored and sad at the same time. and that’s why i’m like lowkey forget 2020.
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We are living in the age of digital communication. At all times we see the launch of more technological devices, with more efficient connection networks that allow us to establish communication with anyone anywhere in the world who has access to this type of technology and the best, we can do this without leaving home .
This context seems to establish a perfect reality, where communication is increasingly efficient, but it is not quite so. At least not in the opinion of Sherry Turkle, who believes that in the best place for our communication, technology is destroying it.
In his article "The Flight from Conversation," Turkle states that technology is promoting the loss of the ability to socialize and establish a face-to-face conversation, where it is difficult to hide our real feelings, or "make up" our personality. The expensive conversation the face emits a certain vulnerability that the virtual conversation does not and therefore it is preferable
Turkle uses logical resources to show that disengagement is also an important factor in this situation, because we can be close to people with our goals, but at the same time away, because we don’t need to be close to talking to them, we don’t need to answer communication between them.
Turkle uses clear and direct words, so that anyone can conclude that as technology evolves, communication becomes more artificial and rare, with no real personal connection between individuals.
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"The Wooly Manner", Story by me.
One day there was a sheep, but not some ordinary sheep. This sheep was named Barnabuss, but the special thing was that he could sing. The other sheep in it's (pack?) got jealous, and started to make plots to murder(or assassinate) him. Barnabuss had been saving lots of coins to buy a new Home. He had met with one of his friends, whom said "I'd be happy to help you Barnabuss, after all, you saved my life".
I think you get the idea of where this is going.
