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Social media makes digital natives more social – not less

When I hear adults worry about the distraction smart phones represent to them, I wonder if this is because they associate smart phones with work and obligations, rather than fun and friendship.

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I’m reading danah boyd’s new book “It’s complicated – the social lives of networked teens” – and you should too.

Start with this description of teenagers at a high school football game in 2010:

(M)any were texting frantically while trying to find one another in the crowd. Once they connected, the texting often stopped. (…) And even though teens are frequent texters, the teens were not directing most of their attention to their devices. When they did look at their phones, they were often sharing the screen with the person sitting next to them, reading or viewing something together.

The parents in the stands were paying much more attention to their devices. They were even more universally equipped with smartphones than their children, and those devices dominated their focus. I couldn’t tell whether they were checking email or simply supplementing the football game with other content, being either bored or distracted. But many adults were staring into their devices intently, barely looking up when a touchdown was scored. And unlike the teens, they weren’t sharing their devices with others or taking photos of the event.

It’s an anecdote, but given how much research boyd has worked on about kids’ use of cell phones and digital media, I trust that it illustrates a general tendency: Digital natives use social media and smart phones for actual socializing. Or as danah boyd puts it: "Most teens aren’t addicted to social media; if anything, they’re addicted to each other."

I was long out of high school in 2010, but I am still young enough to be labeled a digital native. Last Friday night, I hung out in a friend’s apartment with Indian take-out, wine and a group of other 20-something girls. We all used our phones, as well as the host’s laptop, throughout the evening. One of us posted an image of the Indian take-out menu on Facebook, tagged the whole group, and thanked the girl who recommended the restaurant to us. We video-chatted – together – with a friend who lives far away and couldn’t be there. We all took Buzzfeed’s privilege quiz (separately – it has some very personal questions) and discussed the questions and our results. And of course we listened to playlists on Spotify (including automatically generated hit lists based on what other people listen to) and texted with another friend about which bar we would go to later. But we didn’t sit next to each other and stare at our individual screens – why would we do that?

The people I hang out with who actually turn away from me to scroll through Twitter, like a bunch of random photos on Instagram or write a comment on a recently-posted Facebook photo, are always older than me.

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“That innate skill to draw out the best in others”

It was nothing for him to strike up conversations with absolute strangers, to plunge in and ask questions no one else would have dared to ask, and more often than not to get away with it. You felt that he had never learned the rules, that because he was so utterly lacking in self-consciousness, he expected everybody else to be as open-hearted as he was. And yet there was always something impersonal about his probing, as if he weren’t trying to make a human connection with you so much as to solve some intellectual problem for himself. It gave his remarks a certain abstract correlation, and this inspired trust, made you willing to tell him things that in some cases you hadn’t even told yourself. He never judged anyone he met, never treated anyone as inferior, never made distinctions between people because of their social rank. A bartender interested him as much as a writer, and if I hadn’t shown up that day, he probably would have spent two hours talking to that same man I hadn’t bothered to exchange ten words with. Sachs automatically assumed great intelligence on the part of the person he was talking to, thereby investing that person with his own dignity and importance. I think that was the quality I admired most about him, that innate skill to draw out the best in others.

I just started reading Paul Auster’s Leviathan yesterday. And before getting to know the narrator and the mysterious Sachs better, I wanted to make a note of this description of a person I would have liked to know and emulate in real life.


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Ønskeleseliste

Noe av det beste ved å lese blogger, er at jeg får så mange fine tips til hva jeg ellers bør lese. Her er min liste over bøker jeg nylig har fått anbefalt fra andre bloggere, og som jeg håper jeg snart får lest:

lese med kaffeSiden jeg skal til Berlin snart, vil jeg lese bøker fra den byen. Kanskje jeg skal lese Tre Kamerater igjen…

Jeg vil lese Parissyndromet, anmeldt av Piggsvin, for jeg tror jeg vil kjenne igjen en del fra mitt eget utvekslingssemester i Paris:

Ingen får et nytt hjem på ei uke, heller ikke vår heltinne. Det er mye hverdag, mye savn og mange vanskelige, og til dels motstridende, følelser. Det er nemlig den store, stygge hemmeligheten oss som har reist på utveksling eller jobbet et år i utlandet bærer på.

Jeg vil lese The Big Short, som Kristian også har lest, fordi jeg har hatt lyst til å lese den lenge:

Disse finansmennene er kanskje vår tids beste vitner på hva slags følelse det gir å få (veldig) rett når alle andre tar (veldig) feil.

Og hvis jeg da først kommer i gang med finanslitteratur, har Finansakrobat en egen leseliste for den slags.

Jeg vil lese The Battle of $9.99, omtalt av Paul Chaffey, fordi jeg anser det som pensum:

Apples inntreden på arenaen med iPad ga forlagene akkurat det forhandlingskortet de trengte for å konvertere hele ebokbransjen fra "wholsale"-modellen til det boken kaller en "agency model", der distributøren mottar en fast prosentsats, typisk 30 prosent, av det sluttkunden betaler. Og prisen kunden betaler er det forlaget og ikke bokhandelen som bestemmer. Det spesielle som skjedde i bokbransjen da iPad kom var ikke Apples forretningsmodell, den kjenner vi også fra iTunes og App Store, men at også Amazon raskt ble presset av forlagene til å gå over til den samme modellen. Og at resultatet ble dyrere nye ebøker.

Jeg vil lese The Ocean at the End of the Lane, anbefalt av SerendipityCat, fordi det er Neil Gaiman, så jeg liker den sikkert:

Jeg synes Gaiman beskriver mye av barndommens usikkerheter så godt i boka. Frykten for å sove alene i mørket, den forferdelige dagen da ingen kom til 7-års-bursdagen. De voksne som visste alt, kunne alt, og som det var umulig å motsi. De voksne, herskerne over virkeligheten.

Jeg vil lese bøker om London, spesielt White Teeth av  Zadie Smith og There But For The av Ali Smith. Disse bøkene er anbefalt av Kathleen, som skal bruke litt av sommeren på NW av Zadie Smith. Den har jeg allerede lastet ned til Kindle’n, så jeg kan jo begynne med den.

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Bilder kommer herfra og herfra.

Les alle bloggpostene mine om bøker her.


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Some things I read while I couldn’t write

With my right arm in a cast, I tweeted less, but I still read stuff on the internet. Here are a few things I found, starting with a collection of library photos like this one:

Don’t be a stranger:

Instead of asking, “is Facebook making us lonely?” and aimlessly pondering Big Issues of narcissism, social disintegration, and happiness metrics, as in a recent Atlantic cover story, we should ask: What exactly is it about Facebook that makes people ask if it’s making us lonely? Everything wrong with Facebook, from its ham-fisted approach to privacy, to the underwhelming quality of Facebook friendship, stems from the fact that Facebook models human relations on what Mark Zuckerberg calls “The social graph. (…) [Outside of Facebook] Internet friendship yields a connection that is self-consciously pointless and pointed at the same time: Out of all of the millions of bullshitters on the World Wide Web, we somehow found each other, liked each other enough to bullshit together, and built our own Fortress of Bullshit.

The man who killed Osama bin Laden… is screwed:

The man who shot and killed Osama bin Laden sat in a wicker chair in my backyard, wondering how he was going to feed his wife and kids or pay for their medical care.

You are going to die:

Segregating the old and the sick enables a fantasy, as baseless as the fantasy of capitalism’s endless expansion, of youth and health as eternal, in which old age can seem to be an inexplicably bad lifestyle choice, like eating junk food or buying a minivan, that you can avoid if you’re well-educated or hip enough.

In which I fix my girlfriend’s grandparents’ WiFi and am hailed as a conquering hero:

But then one gray morning did Internet Explorer 6 no longer load The Google. Refresh was clicked, again and again, but still did Internet Explorer 6 not load The Google. Perhaps The Google was broken, the people thought, but then The Yahoo too did not load. Nor did Hotmail. Nor USAToday.com. The land was thrown into panic.