BEDA 24 - Connections

I know... technically it's the 25th, but I'm not in bed yet, so for me the day isn't over. I won't lose BEDA. I won't.

Today a relatively short blog post. You know I love to ramble, but I'm very tired.

I just got back from a lovely party with friends from work. It was sad that I had to go, but I have a hair appointment tomorrow 8.30... I will be tired as hell. The thing is that lately, my friends from work seem more fitting for me than my old friends from childhood. I mean, it's understandable. What do I have in common with my old friends. My childhood. My history.

What do I have in common with my new friends? A common work place, spending 40+h a week together, common topics, gossip.

It kinda makes sense, I guess... but I wanted to talk to you about connections. I guess... mainly about twitter. These days, we can follow every celebrity who's on twitter. We know what they are doing, thinking, we can even talk to them by @replies.

Think about it. Everyone can just "talk" to every celebrity. Of course, they might not read it, they might not care... but it's a direct connection. To almost everyone imaginable.

After Ashton Kutcher's stunt with CNN, the media got wind about the power of twitter. It's like web 3.0. User-generated content with direct connections.

It's a short blog post, but it will end with lyrics ;)

No, I'm not colorblind

I know the world is black and white

Try to keep an open mind

But I just can't sleep on this tonight

Stop this train

I wanna get off

And go home again

I can't take the speed it's moving in

I know I can't

But honestly, won't someone stop this train?

Don't know how else to say it

Don't want to see my parents go

One generation's length away

From fighting life out on my own

Stop this train

I wanna get off

And go home again

I can't take the speed it's moving in

I know I can't

But honestly, won't someone stop this train?

So scared of getting older

I'm only good at being young

So I play the numbers game

To find a way to say that life has just begun

Had a talk with my old man

Said "help me understand"

He said "turn sixty-eight

You renegotiate"

"Don't stop this train

Don't for a minute change the place you're in

And don't think I couldn't ever understand

I tried my hand

John, honestly we'll never stop this train"

Once in awhile, when it's good

It'll feel like it should

And they're all still around

And you're still safe and sound

And you don't miss a thing

Till you cry when you're driving away in the dark

Singing

Stop this train

I wanna get off

And go home again

I can't take the speed it's moving in

I know I can

Cause now I see I'll never stop this train