I would like to acknowledge the Wurundjeri people who are the Traditional Custodians of this Land.

I would also like to pay respect to the Elders both past and present of the Kulin Nation and extend that respect to other Indigenous Australians present.

I am inspired by my Australian Indigenous Studies lecture occurring around me to write a post on something completely unrelated to Aboriginal issues. Last night, inspired by my temporary deletion of this blog, I 'deactivated' my Facebook account. Unfortunately, this was to no avail, for even before this lecture on how Indigenous art operates in Australia, my account was back. I had returned to stalking my 'friends' I don't actually care for, and further building my ego by writing pointless statuses so other people can know without asking what's 'On my mind', and if I'm really lucky, 'Like' it: the ultimate achievement. This was a terrible event for my knowledge on how Indigenous art is used by Australian culture to prove that the nation is no longer racist.

I can't help but want to know how different life would be without an online life. I wonder how my life would be if people didn't know what I was doing at any given moment, and if I didn't know what they were doing. It doesn't seem like that much of a big deal, but it really is. I can't get rid of it, and this freaks me out. Even if I want to leave, I cannot. They will not let me. They know I'll be back, and they make returning as easy and as enticing as possible, by leaving everything in my account just as it was, waiting for my inevitable return.

Mark Zuckerburg has basically got control over the entire world. It's a strange cult that he has created. He has developed a new life more appealing than our real one, where every person's ego and self-obsession flourishes as people choose what can be shown to others and what cannot. People choose the most flattering photos as their display pictures, or pictures that show them as doing something cool, for instance playing in a band because everybody knows musicians are hot; looking attractive albeit wasted in a club, so everybody knows you love to have a good time and 'get your sexy/drink/party/whatever fucking thing you do on a Saturday night on'; having a beer, because drinking beer is cool; modelling, because models are cool; their car, because their car is cool; playing sport, because playing sport is cool; with their significant other, because they're not single and that's cool; emos with blacked out eyes looking sad, because they want everybody to know that they are misunderstood and not considered 'cool' because they're Facebook photo has eyeliner on a man; or just a picture of somebody having a happy time with their friends, because people need to know that you have friends and you have a good time with them, because having friends... is cool.

IT'S STUPID. I CAN'T HELP BUT DO THIS, AND EVEN WHEN I TRY NOT TO, I HAVE TO.