^^I apologize in advance to technology, as I am currently listening to Radiohead as I write these words.

There is no denying the fact that our world has become consumed with itself*. We pride ourselves on highlighting everything we do, whether it be from the fantastic to the downright mundane. We feel the need to share everything with everyone. Now, before there is any doubt, I AM a fan of social media**. I have a Facebook and Twitter account, and I tend to check it at a compulsive rate. I am a curious individual who is interested in the world around him. But here’s the thing: Where did privacy go? With the emergence of social interactive sites like Facebook and Twitter, the world has begun to grow smaller while simultaneously increasing in population.

I once remember a life without the internet. A life where I had to actually open up a book and research material for an important school project. A time in which I had to actually (physically) go to the local cinema in order to view a movie, let alone an actual movie trailer (instead of lying on the couch and flipping open my laptop or phone).

I remember fondly going to the music store to purchase CD’s, as there was no other way to purchase music at this time (Although, a few years away, Napster and Limewire existed in the premonitions of James Hetfield and Lars Ulrich).

But perhaps the greatest loss I feel with the progression of technological achievement is the absence of one simple question: “What did you do this weekend”? Remember back in school (If you are above the age of 25) when you would say goodbye to your friends on a Friday knowing you wouldn’t see some of them again until Monday. You had no idea what they would be up to for the next two and a half days***. But I remember always looking forward to seeing them prior to first period on that Monday, and asking them, “What did you do this weekend”?

This question rarely circulates amongst casual, social conversations these days, and it is because of our new found obsession with interacting socially through the use of technological devices.

Don’t get me wrong. I am well aware that the citizens of society still do vacate their homes, at times. And Facebook is great at helping to coordinate events ranging from weddings to birthday parties. But what I am attempting to verbalize is that we, at all times of the day, know what our friends are doing. It is not simply just about the weekend-there is no mystery about our lives in general****.

For example, we know that two of our friends are going to the movies on a certain night because they have posted it on their Twitter account. We also see that they went to a party afterwards because of the pictures posted on the Facebook news feed a day later. Our friends post the pictures because they want to share those moments (that have no bearing on our lives) with US. And of course we ‘creep’ the pictures because that’s what we do as human beings. We’re curious creatures by nature*****.

Our world has evolved greatly since the inception of the Internet (both positively and negatively), and with it, social media and the emergence of highly advanced cellular phones. But yet, I still have no desire to return to a time once lived******. Yes I do sometimes yearn for simpler times, but I am well aware of all the advantages the present is providing for me.

With this being said, though, there are still moments that I wish I could ask, “What did you do this weekend?” without secretly already knowing the answer.

*The fact that devices are called iPod’s, iPads, and iPhones help to highlight society’s transition into the “I” generation

**I truly feel that it helps to connect the world. I can talk to a friend in Australia without ever worrying about long distance charges.

***Cell phones were a rarity. And text messaging did not exist.

****For this reason, high school and college reunions have become a pointless tradition.

*****But it does seem to have become more rampant than ever these days.

******Mainly because I understand that that is impossible to achieve.

What makes a band timeless? I was posed this question recently, and to be honest, I was unsure of how to respond. The reason being was that I don’t exactly know why a band becomes timeless in the first place. But I couldn’t admit this as a pop culture writer, so I came up with an answer that I agree with, but don’t necessarily fully accept.

Here is the basis of the discussion: In my friends’ estimation, there is no band from the recent era that can be considered timeless or unforgettable. Music acts like The Beatles, The Rolling Stones, Led Zeppelin, Pink Floyd, and Black Sabbath are all considered timeless, influential, and legendary. Is there such a thing in the modern age?

My answer to this statement came down to one specific trait: Originality of the band. Back then, no one had ever heard anything like The Beatles or Zeppelin. They were building a foundation (a new set of rules) in which all other music would be compared to. Whereas bands existing within movements like Grunge and Britpop in the 90s (like Nirvana and Oasis) were a combination of preconceived genres of music. Society had witnessed music like this before, just in different forms.

Now granted, I understand that rock n’ roll would not exist without The Blues. So, in a sense, the rock n’ roll bands of the 60s and 70s were infusing blues with heavy guitar riffs and the sweet swagger of sensual lyricism.

But rock n’ roll became a defined idea as a result of this influential era of music. So, if a modern day band attempts to do something different, it becomes very difficult to divert far from the blueprint that was the classic era of rock.

Thus a band being timeless in this day and age is, perhaps, an insurmountable task. To break away from the original model and to create something truly innovative is a feat that is perhaps impossible. Bands from all eras will forever be memorable to a certain group of people (eg. music from the 90s will always hold a special place in my heart because it existed during my transition from adolescent to adult. It became the soundtrack to my life). But bands we loved growing up and bands that are timeless are two completely conflicting ideas.

Are bands like Nickelback or The Killers timeless? Will they ever be? It’s pretty difficult to answer that question now, but I honestly don’t think they are (Popularity does not always guarantee immortality).

In the internet age of music, bands have become prominent more for their singles than their albums. For the majority of present-day music buyers, downloading has become the norm. This, in turn, has led to an increase in sporadic, isolated song purchases rather than the purchasing of an entire album. Instead of having hit records, the band is relegated to hit singles (digital in form). The band becomes known by those songs and those songs alone.

In this case, the sum of the parts does not equal a whole.

You also need to tie in the corporate side of things. With music sales at an all time low, record labels need to do all they can to make a pretty penny. As a result, they tend to exploit a sure thing. A singer like Britney Spears* is not timeless, but rather a commodity that is packaged and sold to music listeners. She was extremely popular for a time (and still is but not to the same degree), and thus many acts arose in an attempt to cash in on her success. Remember when Christina Aguilera, Jessica Simpson, and Jennifer Lopez all blew onto the scene? It was exploiting what was successful.

Though record labels have always been guilty of this procedure, it is more prevalent than ever in the digital age. And, as a result, when a label is solely concerned about finances, originality becomes a lost cause.

So have there been timeless bands over the past 20 to 30 years? Depeche Mode? Nirvana? Pearl Jam? Oasis? I can think of perhaps one-Radiohead. And the reason is because they are doing something unique and imaginative. However, on occasion, I have referred to them as the modern day Pink Floyd.

So it all comes back to originality, which in all honesty, is probably not the only answer. If there is an answer at all.

*Though I hate to use pop music as an example, I still think it works in this situation as she seems to be the most talked about “musician” of the past 20 years. But her “timelessness” is very difficult to assess. Is she truly influential towards other musical acts, or merely a product exploited for the purpose of economics?

If you know anything about me, you’ll know that I am quite intrigued with the idea of the rock star. My captivation is not solely fixated on the music, however, but on the lifestyle personified by the musicians. Their carefree rebelliousness fascinates me to no ends. I am a mesmerized child merely watching the show that is the rock star life.

However, I have noticed a trend within rock stardom that now borders on cliché. After watching many hours of VH1’s Behind the Music, and by reading countless musical autobiographies, I have come to the conclusion that a rock star’s life follows a traditional path. Let me illustrate my 6 points.

A Dream- Every child has a dream of becoming a rock n’ roll star. This is why I air-band.

A Struggle to Succeed- I will do anything I can to get to where I want to be. I will play your high school prom because one of the student’s third cousins cleans toilets at EMI. Please take my Demo tape. Yours truly, Garth.

Success- Got signed and now I’m opening for Soul Decision…Jealous?

Excess- Let the party begin. Drugs, alcohol, money, women, STD’S.

The Fall- I knew hanging out with Scott Weiland was a bad idea.

Redemption or Death- I’m out of rehab, and have returned with a successful album thus allowing me to come full circle. Or I have died from my addiction.

These 6 steps mark the trajectory of a rock star’s career. Well, the one’s we seem to care about. Here are just some of the musicians that have ended the 6 step program with redemption: (In no particular order)

Anthony Kiedis, Scott Weiland, Slash, Courtney Love, Keith Richards, Eminem, Johnny Cash, James Hetfield, Dave Mustaine, Eric Clapton, and Motley Crue.

Here are just some of the musicians that ended the 6 step program with death: (In no particular order) Elvis Presley, Jim Morrison, Kurt Cobain, Layne Staley, Shannon Hoon, Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Keith Moon, John Bonham, Rick James.

It’s as simple as this.

My job as a writer allows me many privileges (The most prevalent being that I set my own hours of work). If I want to write at 3am, then so be it. The problem I seem to run into is that I have become obsessed with laziness. Instead of brainstorming about potential story ideas, I plop myself down on the couch and watch hours of mindless television “entertainment”. And when I’m not doing that, I hazily surf the net-although I have the laptop in the living room now so I can perform both tasks simultaneously. I tend to complain that I never have enough time to write, but yet, in reality, I have plentiful amounts. Setting your own schedule may seem like a godsend, but it can be detrimental to one’s overall work ethic. I undermine my freedom with complete and utter defiance.

I believe the greatest time waster of all is Facebook. Oh sure, it’s great to catch up with old friends and such, but it’s a great detractor of my time. It’s funny, I will go on it and check out anything that has potentially changed (someone has written on my wall, I’ve been tagged in a photo, etc.). After the ten seconds it takes to perform this task, I find myself checking out the newsfeed. Since I haven’t been on it in about 8 or 9 hours (because of sleep), I feel lost not knowing the needless information of others. So I scroll down and spy on the useless drivel that has no bearing on my life. After completing this task, I become bored with Zuckerberg’s wonder site, and leave the page.

You know, the internet is such a vast portal of information, but yet I am constantly at a loss as to what to look up. I have about ten sites I search on a daily basis, but upon completion of that, I tend to sit there and wonder, ‘What can I search for now’? So, in an act of desperation, I head back to Facebook because something has bound to have changed in the last ten minutes. Someone has broken up, someone has changed their status, and someone probably needs my help with cows in Farmville. My constant return to Facebook is unwarranted, but yet I do it numerous times a day.

What does this say about me? Am I obsessed? Am I living precariously through the lives of others? Am I just a nosy person by nature (or has social media transformed me)? Is my life so mundane that I feel the need to spy on people on my friends list? This activity does not benefit me in any way, but yet it has become an unfortunate ritual that has affected my work ethic.

I don’t blame the internet, but rather I blame myself for my shortcomings as a functioning human being who attempts to coexist with the “importance” of social media on a day-to-day basis.

Social media has become ubiquitous in our society, which makes it almost impossible to ignore. However, in my opinion, the verdict is still out as to whether or not this isolating technology (talk about irony) is a true positive for a society currently in a transitional stage of identity. Though there may be many benefits surrounding it, it does have the potential to become a dangerous tool.

I will more than likely never sever my relationship with Facebook, but I understand that this could lead to an addiction of massive proportions if I don’t nip it in the butt immediately. And what happens if I do delete my Facebook account? Well, I can always switch sites and check out my Twitter and MySpace.

What if my life were to exist within a film narrative? I’m not talking about any sort of avant-garde film, but rather a classic Hollywood structured screenplay. Wouldn’t life be so much simpler?

I mean, for the first half hour, everything will be sweet and dandy. I will have a loving family, a great job, a sweet car, etc. In other words, life will be perfect.

But hold on, after all that, trouble will begin to brew. A great conflict will arise, and everything I once took for granted will now be placed in jeopardy. I will be fired or suspended from my job, my car will be blown up, and my wife will disappear. I will not know where to begin, but then I’ll receive some sort of cryptic message (from a worthy adversary who I have wronged in the past-that’s a good thing because I was a cop)) filling me in on what I need to do to regain my once perfect world. The steps I will need to take will now challenge me mentally and physically. I will now be racing against time, except that I will continue to run into unforeseen problems. As a result, I will (temporarily) be unable to overcome the obstacles that threaten my once untouchable utopia.

And then eventually, after about an hour and a half, I will be faced with the ultimate decision that will all but decide my fate. I will either quit because I don’t have what it takes, or I will persevere and prove to myself and everyone else that I am the hero you all believe in. That I am capable of being all that I can be. I decide to go the hero route.

Finally, we arrive at the final half hour. This is where I confront my arch enemy who is attempting to rob me of my joy and happiness. His goons are no match for me. I get rid of them with relative ease. It is now me and some non-North American villain. But wait, my wife miraculously reappears. She is being held hostage by this international scum. There is a bomb strapped to her. I grimace and proceed to make dire threats to him. He does the same to me. We battle, but it cannot be a long battle because the bomb strapped to my wife will explode in 33 seconds. I dispose of him, race to my wife, and deactivate the bomb (that not only would have destroyed her, but as well the entire city).

My wife and I walk out of the building holding hands. The sun is setting. I turn to her, she turns to me. We romantically embrace with the sunlight romanticizing the moment. I have saved the day. I have reclaimed my dignity. I am a man. I have learned much of myself, and will move forward with this new found knowledge.

My life has taken 2 hours to complete. Life is once again good. There will no longer be any conflict. (Unless my story makes over $100 million, and then a sequel is a must).And this my friends is the typical outline for a Hollywood Action feature film.

The Christmas season is supposed to be a time of joy, excitement and anticipation, but instead, it is a time of fear, resentment, greed, envy and bitterness; well, from what I have seen anyways.

Every time I venture outside of my home, I encounter anger, hostility and anxiety that truly perplexes me. I have never had anyone actually angry at me, but when I look around at the faces, there is no happiness, just pure misery.

I thought Christmas was about happiness and well being? To be honest, I don’t remember a time when I have actually seen a smile plastered on someone’s face as they zoom around the mall in a consumerized daze. Though, it is clear what is going on. People are forced to travel and spend money that they do not necessarily have on presents for people that they do not necessarily admire. It’s a sad state of affairs in my opinion. Giving should be about caring and understanding; it should not be out of spite or necessity.

It is clear that people don’t want to be there, but yet they cannot pull themselves away from the annual ritual that is gift purchasing. Dollar after dollar of hard earned spending cash is gone before one can say ‘cash or cheque’.It is tragic to be honest. People are so enamoured by consumerism that they tend to forget about the beauty and majestic quality of what Christmas is truly about. We are not merely consumers, but rather we are beings obsessed with purchasing to a point that we lose total control, and desperately anticipate the day when the holidays will be over.

In December, the malls are never vacant, but yet when January rolls around, there is barely a car in sight in the mall parking lot. Why is that? It’s because people have spent money on items that they cannot afford. Now, they must sit back and ponder how they are going to pay off their rent or mortgage. They are so far in a hole that they fear that it may take months before they can get out of it. Typically, society usually manages to crawl their way out of debt by September, but by then it doesn’t matter; it is now time to think about the upcoming Christmas season and what they need to purchase.

Especially now that there is a credit crunch around the world, people have become even tighter with their wallets then normal (and the pain on their faces is more distinguishable). So, how do we solve this problem?

How would I know? I’m just the writer.

For those of you who don’t know me too well, understand that I am an avid follower of film. I truly admire the aesthetic that it is. It is my passion and my life. It brazenly entered my life as a child, and overwhelmed my sensibilities to such a degree that it eventually became my major in University. But, for all that film has done to enrich my life; it still embodies one major flaw. It is a visual medium.

There is no guessing, no assuming, no dreaming, and of course, there is no imagination. We are visually stimulated by images that need no explanation. In other words, we are shown all we need to be shown. The expressiveness of the filmic language is presented to us in all of its visual glory. So, for as much as film has redirected my ambitions in life, it still cannot match the intensity, nor the raw immaculate power of the written word.

When there is merely a blank canvas; there is then the possibility for imagination.When I read, I visualize and create characters, environments, situations, geographical locations and so on. The written word helps to describe, but it does not define what it is I am supposed to imagine. That is left to me, the reader. When I read, my imagination flourishes in so many alternate directions, and this happens because my brain creates and manipulates exuberant and vibrant images.

As I read, I design.

When a film is based on a book I have read, I am rarely enthralled with the final product (both visually and stylistically). You see, film rarely captures the vivid images I once created in my head. Film interprets differently then the individual. They understand it one way; I see it another.

Thus, I am forced to shed the confetti of my individualistic thoughts in favor of the constructed visuals embodied within the filmic medium.This is the key reason as to why I cannot read the book after watching the film. To me, there is no sensible reason to do so. The creative process of imagining has been stripped away. The book becomes utterly useless in my opinion.

So, I may love film to death, but it will never, ever, remove the potency of the written word.