Here’s a short little blurb I wrote a few years back about a vertically challenged, blue-eyed girl I know. I think it captures how much I heart media, and how much ‘heart’ is actually in media.
“I don’t know why it’s so painful as it is. I mean, it’s a just a text message. A series of 0’s and 1’s being shot through the air at 186,000 miles per hour towards a control station and 186,000 miles per hour back through electronic landscapes and digital dreams to your phone.
It’s just a packet of information. A programmed command for a cell phone to receive. A dizzying whirl of numbers and programs swirl bits of data in spiraling circles just so your dazzling blue eyes can look on to a little backlit screen, tell your brain to decode the symbols that lay in the glow, and then you’ll smile, frown, furrow your brows, or maybe make a somewhat cute slanty face not unlike this one,
“ : / ”
I guess it’s similar to postal notes. But emotionally charged penscript is replaced with strings of symbols and abused punctuation
“You look gorgeous today. Semicolon End Parenthesis.”
“Blame the curvatures that dimple your cheeks like tiny bowls of wine. Less Than Three”
It’s the age of letters sent in synchronous heartbeats instead of longing-filled postal weeks. SMS messages pitter-patter back and forth. Vibrations of electronic infatuation light up pockets with a musical rhythm. An unspoken electricity is buzzing relentlessly between two seven digit numbers.
Until it skips a beat, maybe a hiccup.
And then it flatlines,
And It’s over.
I don’t know why it’s as painful as it is. It’s just a text message. A series of 0’s and 1’s thrashing violently through the air to make it to your little backlit screen so those dazzling blue ocean eyes can talk to your brain and tell it what to make of strings of symbols and abused punctuation, that is, if those dazzling sky blue ocean eyes and mind of yours decide to make anything of it at all.”
Why I Heart My Media 