James Joyce didn’t need Foursquare to Know Where He Was For a Whole Day.

“Hold to the now, the here, through which all future plunges to the past.”

Ulysses.

 

 

Foursquare. Correct me if I wrong…but doesn’t it basically tell everyone exactly where you are at… all the time?

I mean, it may require you to actually post to transmit that info now…but I’m sure the time is just around the proverbial 4square corner where it will automatically register you as soon as you walk into a wifi space whether you want it to or not.

It’s a marketing-police-state’s wetdream : find out where people are spending their money at all times all the time everywhere.  It basically reduces your human existence into a cashflow traffic diagram.

Rat goes for cheese thru maze. Maze talks back and tells maze designer where rat is so designer can design new maze and eat more cheese. Rat gets fatter.

Also, foursquare seems like the ultimate stalker service. The designers of this are probably  young, idealistic, bright…and never had a relationship turn really, really ugly.

I’m overthinking this and sounding like a paranoid old man.

Sometimes, in life,  one just stops growing and learning and adapting…. I stopped at foursquare.

It seems to me, lately, that society’s ability to socialize verbally is devolving at an expontial rate:

First it the cell phone call gave way to the text which gave way to twitter which gave way to foursquare, which, as far as I can tell, takes even the  simple human effort out of tapping out a phone number or a few smileys and just non-verbally transmits the info whether you want to send it or not without you needing to lift a finger.

That’s not commmunication…that’s a tracer.

We’re turning into human slugs with antenna’s set on automatic transmit.

“A nation is the same people living in the same place.”

Ulysses

About reluctantprodigal

Born in Detroit. Naturalist writer-thinker-poet living in the Greenbelt around Ann Arbor, Michigan, USA.
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