(by me, with apologies to W. Whitman)
Come my wan-faced children,
Follow to the Field Trial, get your profiles ready,
Have you your laptops? have you your sharp-edged wits?
Pioneers! O pioneers!
For we cannot tarry here,
We must share my darlings, we must bear the brunt of beta,
We the youthful geeky races, all the rest on us depend,
Pioneers! O pioneers!
O you youths, Western youths,
So impatient for an invite, full of pride in online friendship,
Plain I see you Western youths, see you blogging with the foremost,
Pioneers! O pioneers!
Have the Facebook users halted?
Do they droop and exit Farmville, wearied by their ill-kept privacies?
We take up the task of Circles, and the Hangout and the Huddle,
Pioneers! O pioneers!
All the past we leave behind,
We debouch upon a newer cleaner world, streamlined world,
Fresh and strong the world we seize, world of +1 and the couch,
Pioneers! O pioneers!
Monday, July 11, 2011
How can one lead such disparate lives?
As blogged by Jonathan Blanks, an epically terrible piece of prose got published on Thought Catalog (I'd already come to the conclusion that they're generally too sophomoric to bother with, but this was in another league). It was so epic, in fact, that I decided it couldn't be bound to just a single medium:
Land of Opportunity
My dad wrote this Star Spangled Banner parody (and five others also posted to his YouTube profile), which won the Washington Post's Style Invitational contest that week:
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