I want my opinions back, technological progress!

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Alright, so we have Internet. It’s really awesome and I am really grateful. But Cheryl Cole was wiser than me. In the opening lines of her song ‘Fight for this love‘, she says “too much of anything can make you sick. Even the good can be a curse.” I should have listened. Hell, we all should have listened.

This was 2009 and five years ago, while Cheryl was singing this live on stage somewhere, I was somewhere happily stuck in the nowhere land of the Internet. 19 at the time, curious as a cat, I was thrilled to be online. I tried out every forum, regularly changed my music taste and watched every film noir movie I could get my hands on. Why? Because it was all for free and everything was there, all the freaking time.

Facebook hadn’t really kicked off in Germany back then. We – or better they – were all still stuck with StudiVZ and other platforms. (Germans used ICQ instead of MSN, too.) The internet enthusiast that I was, I was already using what the rest of the world was using.

I got my news from news sites, my music from YouTube or torrents – I was sharing news personally which means that I was forced to really read and digest the news articles I was referring to, so I could actually talk about it if anyone had further questions. (Quality control!) I shared music by burning them on CDs or USB sticks which means I was forced to really filter and select only those which I thought were the best of the best of the best. (Quality control!)

There are so many other things that are now different. But that’s ok. It really is. The thing is, I think my brain might be a little overwhelmed. My life, especially my thought processes were slow, five years ago and I miss being slow. It felt way more efficient than it does right now. Right now feels fast-paced, unorganized and not at all focused.

Okay, yes, you might say that I was also 19, young and likely stupid, but I remember so much more of what I read and listened to from my youth than I remember from two or three years ago.

I am sure I am not the only one. We, Internet fans, absorb so much of this world, you can’t help but feel overwhelmed and in a strange way, powerless.

I want to take control of this happening. Any suggestions?

Comments will save my life.

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Featured image shows Walt Disney’s Carousel of Progress. Steeped in both nostalgia and futurism, the attraction’s premise is an exploration of the joys of living through the advent of electricity and other technological advances during the 20th century via a “typical” American family.

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Two kids, different childhoods

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Let’s move inbetween parallel universes and imagine two kids and two childhoods. Let’s call them Mateo and Hala. Both have been reported about in the media in the last two weeks – for different reasons. Mateo strikes more search results, Hala isn’t that good in getting noticed on the world wide web.

Linda honey

Google search results for Mateo

This is Mateo. He is 3 years old, lives with his parents. He is terribly sweet and he likes terribly sweet things – cupcakes to be exact. He has run out of cupcakes to eat. Here he is trying to persuade his mommy, I’m sorry, Linda to make him happy again. Over 5 million people watch him begging for happiness and food security. Ellen Degeneres is one of them. Ellen is ultimately Mateo’s angel and gives him a happy ending. One month later, at The Ellen Show, Ellen wheels out a superhero-festooned trolley loaded with the longed-for cupcakes. For mommy, uhm Linda, there was a well-deserved spa voucher and a cheque for $10,000 for the family. 2 million people are witnessing this. Mateo’s cupcake quest is told in 9 minutes and 26 seconds on the internet.

This is Hala. She is a bit older than Mateo, lives with her 5 siblings in a tent in Lebanon. She is incredibly cute and incredibly strong. Her pHalaarents died, not too long ago. A famous Hollywood actress visits her. Hala tells her that the house fell down on her mom as bombs dropped from the sky into her hometown in Syria. She talks about their big, beautiful green garden where they would play and wait for Mommy to prepare food. Her brother talks about pyjamas. Her older brother doesn’t talk much anymore. He is busy trying to forget about his mom’s death. Hala takes care of all of them. Fortunately, her brothers help her. They collect and sell trash. They say, “it is not fair that we have to live like this.” Hala’s story is told in 7 minutes and 9 seconds on the internet. Not many witness her story.

Both are kids. Both have childhoods.

From The Archives: Girls in Riyadh, 1935

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Saudi Aramco, officially the Saudi Arabian Oil Co., is the world’s most valuable company – and a Saudi Arabian national petroleum and natural gas company, founded in 1933, based in Dhahran, Saudi Arabia.

The origins of Saudi Aramco lie in the oil shortages of World War I and the exclusion of American companies from Mesopotamia by the San Remo Petroleum Agreement of 1920 (this is where  France was given a 25% share of Iraqi oil – but that’s another story). The US Republican administration back then, during the times of President Hoover, had popular support for an ‘Open Door’ policy, he himself initiated as secretary of commerce in 1921. Standard Oil of California (SoCal) was among those US companies actively seeking new sources of oil from abroad. This is a photo from the archives of Saudi Aramco in 1935 that I found from this tweet.

 

 

Hobby: Critical Thinking

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More than a month ago, I created a Facebook page called “Dinge, die ein Politikstudent nicht sagt” (>3 500 fans), following the example of its successful English Version “Things Politics students don’t say” (>6 000 fans).

Among the most successful posts have been following posts:

The money is in studying Politics, you end up poor if you do Economics.

I have finally found a simple definition of politics that everyone can agree on!

or my favourite

My parents were so happy when I studied this instead of law.

As it is with all things, they’re funniest when they’re true. To anyone who has just finished his A-Levels, look for these pages on Facebook, relevant to your desired program. They will tell you more about your next three years in college studying – let’s say – politics than any student counselor.

When I first started studying Politics back in 2009, Facebook was not as popular in Germany as it is today. As there was nobody to truly tell me how it would be like to study what I had always had an interest in, I was left with my intuition, people’s opinions and experiences about studying Politics and my parents’ disapproval.

I dived in naively, not knowing the relatively unstable job market for political scientists-to-be. While it is true that most political scientists find Jobs within federal governments, think tanks, nonprofit organizations, colleges and universities, political lobbying groups, and labor organizations. Now, three years later, I cannot stress enough that getting a job is highly dependent on one’s own efforts and luck to become a good job candidate.

I now understood why my parents were not particularly keen on seeing me sign up for three, and most likely, five years of studying Political Science.

But 2011 changed everything.

In 2011 within just a few months, “pretty stable” regimes collapsed, Japan’s nuclear catastrophe irreversibly changed Germany’s energy policy and Denmark returned to its infamous border controls. Nothing seemed safe, everything was unpredictable. Questions were asked, answers were needed. The more complex the news, the more necessary became those who could explain them: political scientists turned into overnight celebrities. What they were taught are what they can do best: organize chaos, explain mysteries, foresee hindrance. Explain the world.

Luckily, my parents now, too, understand.

Poison Penmanship and Politics: Twitter and The Armchair Activist

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The ever growing number of online freedom fighters has been an issue since the advent of the notorious Kony campaign by Invisible Children. At first impression, you must be wondering why it would even be an issue. Why would the increase in conscious citizens using Twitter to tackle real world issues be an issue? Romance.

Freedom fighting has often been romanticised as something heroic and courageous, filled with grit and bloodshed, something noble. The camaraderie, the union of men and women bound by oppression and fighting for a single ideal, freedom. Now this may be a cinematic description of what the Syrian rebels or PKK soldiers may be doing but nonetheless it paints a picture that does not exist. Now I do not doubt nor am I talking ill of those around the world in these political positions – however the fusion of the Internet and the romance of anti-establishment has created a new battleground for these online Guevara-influenced guerillas.

Social media was at the forefront of the Arab Spring and the ones I speak of bear no resemblance to them. I am talking about those who tweet excerpts of The 48 Laws of Power, nationalistic views and the odd picture of Karl Marx or Fidel Castro smoking a cigar with an abstract comment like “the ashes fall like my comrades in battle”. For the readers who get the impression I am a right wing nut with a disdain for anything red or left – no, I am quite the opposite. I was born and bred in London to Kurdish refugee parents. I’ve been submerged in politics, completely out of my control, since I can remember. Now rather than parade what I believe in and what I have learnt, the point I am making is that these armchair activists take themselves too seriously and honestly believe they are waging a necessary war via the Internet.

One click of a hashtag on Twitter and you are sent into a warzone of regurgitated facts and angry polemicists seemingly trying to build a nation with 140 characters. The romance of it attracts the superficial ones. Some do like being oppressed, most may not know it but they are driven by it, they like fighting for a cause and without it, feel redundant. So what do they do? They fight fire with fire. An endless war that they initially tried to end by taking up arms online and as a result they unknowingly become a victim of their own circumstance. The oppressed and oppressors are no different in this case, just two sides of the same coin. For people who are supposed to believe in the welfare of mankind and basic human rights, they are very quick to incite violence on their oppressors or those who disagree with them.

Now I get the same response over and over: “They’re raising awareness, it counts for something”. Yes it does but where does awareness end and action begin? The internet is a great tool and a great tool must be utilised, it is not intended to just add ease. It is easy to tweet a 140 character war cry from your armchair. However, I am not suggesting you get the next flight to Tibet and spearhead an independence movement. My intention is for you to be critical of superficial tendencies that get in the way of something so integral as peace and safety for your neighbour.

There is an undeniable romantic appeal towards freedom fighters and anti-establishment. As a result, people become so concerned with the supposed flashy and glamourous life of a guerilla. They do not act like thinkers and builders on Twitter. They act like the very same soldiers they “fight” against. Thus the internet is another battlefield and everyone is equipped with weapons ranging from Twitter to Facebook. People need to understand that the revolution will not be Youtube-d. Actually, it already has.

The German Fear Of Opinion

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I live in Germany and I speak German. Yet, I blog in English. There are several reasons for that.

The Internet is a big, big equalizer, at least anywhere but Germany. Youngsters and professors alike have one voice. In Germany, we make fun of you. Here, we’re obsessed with status and hierarchy.

Here, we are busy climbing up the education ladder for years and years. We collect diplomas, certificates and evaluation reports, so that the whole world believes us when we say we are smart. In Germany, we don’t think anyone can have an opinion. And when we read blogs, we go to their ‘About page’, see if the blog’s author is qualified enough to write about what he writes about. We don’t care if his arguments are original, smart or edgy. He has to have studied it for at least 15 years.

This is not a country with a chief advisor called Larry Summers. We know he reads blogs from big and small names. He likes to listen to the people. I’m sorry but there is no bloggers’ voice to take into account here, Larry.

If we do manage to have one, ooh he better not err often, most preferably never. We fear public embarrassment so much that we don’t write much – if anything at all. If we do write about something we are – on paper – experts on, we fear to overlook an important aspect. If we write about something we are not experts on, oh, nevermind, we don’t do that.

We have methods, strategies and statistics. You bloggers love to jump to conclusions as if it is fun to discuss. Listen to us, listen to us very carefully: it takes years to write a perfect post. You cannot have an actual opinion in a couple of days. And what good does blogging do you anyway? It doesn’t make you famous. We love being famous. You guys just want to turn into those critical minds outside the system. We have no time for well articulated criticism. We’d do that for money though.