Antisocial Media

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I Have Two Instagram Accounts

I started writing this extended narrative about how much I hated Instagram; all my arguments, ranging from the reasonable to the ridiculous, for hating Instagram; my circuitous and heartwarming journey toward understanding, ultimately arriving at this watershed moment of having two Instragram accounts. But I realized that is a waste of everyone's time. (It is still available upon request, though.) 

I'll get to it:
I have two Instagram accounts --

joshuadwhiting - Private account where I will pretty much only share pictures of my kids, and from which I only follow family members and will only allow family members to follow me. (Occasionally I will push a picture from this account to Facebook so that non-familial friends can also see my kids, assuming they are browsing Facebook, haven't hidden me from their feed, the mystical algorithm turns in my favor, and they don't avert their eyes or
scroll as fast as possible.)

froztfreez  - public account where I share random or weird pictures, generally not of my of kids and definitely not their faces, and from which I will follow all sorts of people and institutions, not just family. Anyone is welcome and encouraged to follow me here.

That is all.

Digital Detritus, Top Ramen, and the Singularity

Tonight, on a whim on a Saturday evening, I opened the Vine app on my phone. The app immediately commenced an upload process. As I nervously watched that bright green bar grow from left to right, I vaguely recalled that I had once had trouble and repeated errors uploading a Vine I had made. However, I could not remember what it was about. After the upload errors I must have gotten distracted and closed the app, and never opened it again until now. I was curious but a little preemptively embarrassed as to what this video might be that was about to be shared. The curiosity won and I let the app go through its process. Within seconds it had successfully posted my little video, which turned out to be the one you see above of some humble but deliberate dinner preparations. Probably from some prior Saturday evening whim. 

Of special note is the fact that it was only last night that I erased and restored my phone from a backup. This means that my tenacious little ramen noodle clip managed to maintain and preserve itself through multiple app errors and crashes, and then weeks, possibly months later, a phone data backup and a fresh installation of the Vine app. Waiting, hoping for that one sweet moment when, by choice or accident, my all-powerful finger would touch the cursive v in the green square to open the app and allow it to once again attempt its upload process, all so that my little courageous video could join its glorious, eternally looping family in the cloud.

I think I ostensibly made this Vine to make fun of all the video recipes that my friends share on Facebook. I actually really do love this meal, though. I think I make it at least once a week. 

I have some confidence that on that day, the robots will still want to take care of us. We’ve spent all this time showing them what we love, so they will love it too.