Relishing in dramatic texts. I drunkenly squeak and titter with fervor. Suddenly, I tumble back down to where I once felt.

I abandon science far behind for this moment. To escape from my chemical reactions, I can find whole solace only in the unfeeling black and white of mathematics and parts that always fit.

I am fairly certain that all light and hope go to die there.

Agricultural Comm/Independent Civilizations 2367 Blog Post

In a world quite literally run by social media, the likelihood of getting from point A to point B without someone in your nearby vicinity or yourself contemplating their next Facebook post is highly unlikely.

If not entirely improbable? 

With a fast growing technological industry in a fast paced world, the ramifications of not partaking in what is a staggeringly rapid speed of online revolution and growth can be detrimental to any industry endeavor. Not being “wired” immediately disservices you, your industry, your products public persona, and or your business in today's fast paced and increasingly technological world. Those who are connected will be submerged in “the know” with a simple click--or two--of a mouse button. Today all it takes is that simple click of a mouse on a graphical user interface to access hundreds or thousands of viewers and informants.

Previously, my experience with social media outlets has been three-fold; four if you count a slight and remarkably brief tryst with a site as an actual affair. I utilized both BlogSpot and Facebook regularly, forgoing the celebrity and multimedia conglomerate-smothered and hashtagged twitter in exchange for the networking sleight of Google plus up until recently. For the most part, my blog posts have fallen by the wayside; save for the occasional rant on hedonistic societies for what is primarily one of my less productive activities I partake in for what is mostly my own entertainment. My use of Google plus to tap into the writing community has quite naturally declined alongside. Luckily, for my own benefit’s sake, I have gradually outgrown my distaste towards Facebook, "Exploit Your Personal Data Incorporated", embracing all of what can be be called nothing less than fantastic perks of being socially connected in today's world.

Speaking of matters of taste; the figuratively pungent “firstworldproblems”—alongside other hashtags—were not ones I found palatable before engaging in an industry specific foray of the twitter website. Yet, there is evidently value in organizations using twitter that I had not previously noted, or to be characteristically introspective, legitimately cared enough to put time and effort into discovering with my highly prized internet time. 

From the links on presidential candidate’s standpoints on key current agricultural issues via Market to Market, to Bruce MacPheron’s frequent updates on agriculturally based student and faculty engagements, my interest was piqued when I realized the “tweet” held more significance than the utter simple inanity “too many donuts #socialsuicide#” or like: “LET’S TAILGATE NATTY HARD #freneticfireandbrimstone #buckeyebrobeast”. And while my slightly skeptical nature may be honed to a sometimes uncomfortably sharp critical degree, I thought the line of demarcation between what was legitimately valuable information was clear; and most posts stood on the more articulate and beneficial side of the partition. Between the effective and incisive posts linking to equally admirable articles from the Department of Agriculture to Bruce MacPheron’s university conscientious updates, the purely effectual use of twitter was enlightening. What may have been a previously critical outlook on what appeared to be the more trite of social sites has suddenly been drastically changed and dramatically accepted with a squeal of delight and personal welcome.

My experience with blogs has left me split. The unadulterated detail and dense technological and technical industry specific information I stumbled upon while covering blogs, uncovered a wealth of information a mere Facebook page or twitter update alone couldn’t adequately convey to a recipient. Although the blog centering around confessions of a farmer’s wife recounting the terrifying swish of her husband’s Members Only-like warm-up pants; conjuring a vivid peek at what Miami Vice looked like many a decade ago in the now, often became more trivial then humorous with personal puritan conundrums like working on the Sabbath day. Which the truly shocking nature of is one I cannoooooot articulate or properly show...

Have at it, you.

Facebook was overall, as adequately effective as the twitter accounts I perused for a couple of days. My only complaint was the FFA, similar to twitter’s AgChat, tends to post links that are entirely irrelevant to agriculture as a whole. Specifically, I am referring to hallmark-like posts of inspirational quotes or pictures that seem utterly unrelated to agriculture. Although I know they may be considered a community group, there was just as much likelihood for an FFA post to be irrelevant to agriculture as to properly manipulate the effective tool of the internet meme to make important deadline announcements.

The agricultural industry is looking at inanities--with wonton disregard of value being provided or outcomes being measured—as ineffective means of communication from the more articulate side of the demarcation’s partition. It has clearly siphoned the vitality from the next generation’s fountain of youth--the now omnipresent social media--taking with it a means to keep agricultural awareness alive and astir.

Tertullian Terror

Theater. Instruments. These are devices of devilry? Radical fundamentalist loon. Ruiner of lives!

WORLD RELIGIONS SCRIBBLINGS: A History Lesson With Sprinkles on Top

...The Circus Maximus! Entertain the masses, and uprisings can be subdued; some public debate where politicians are trampled to death beneath the chariots of their compatriots and stabbed with words sharper than their own. The swarms can be placated. You can watch one man's hopes and dreams (resting on a fine line with two sides) be CRUSHED. One side is of the victor who procures spoils of popularity, and one is the side of the downtrodden loser he did a little dance of oratorical victory upon. A revolt has no ooomph without a backbone of popularity, and popularity seldom has credibility over the minority. Thus, we are left with the slippery little gladiator known as BIG BROTHER. Apathy is the only solution. Remember: the Pope is getting smashed in the Vatican with holy liquids. (FACT).  Drink your wine, and enjoy the show.

Once, it was the gladiator that was the iconic sex symbol.The ladies liked to perfume their necks with the sweat! of these warriors. I see. Now- (insert scratchy sketch of Edward Cullins). 

Rome was all about the imagery: an anatomically perfect concoction of sinewy aesthetic admiration fleshed out with a zeal for materialistic gluttony. The statues, though imperfect manifestations, readily implied the epitome of the ideal. Beautiful. Meanwhile, Christianity preached it was the flesh that was weak: it was not the image that mattered- it was the meaning of the thing that had meat.

FEED THEM TO THE LIONS!

The Romans had a very anthropocentric view of the world and of themselves. Live each day like it is your last; you cannot take it with you. Utilize it all! They were restless. They were perpetually hungry. To them, the act of Christianity-induced dignity in death was fascinating. It was the supposed bubonic plague that wiped out Rome and led to the dark ages of an empire. Perhaps it was in conflict with the gods as the higher-ups wailed it was, but personally, I believe it was because it ruined the Roman Code: Vivere Eam; Live It (up), with something called consequences- always a hindrance to the rampant. The Christians were mindful riffraff who believed there was more than the lusty pagan masquerade called Roman society that escalated a massive population into a tragic toxic orgy of selfish depravity. (Interesting.)

Thus, doubts began to nibble at the short-sighted playboys and girls.

Religion: The savior of one, and plight of another. Politics: The plight of one, the savior of another.

The Nothing: An Inevitable Masterpiece!

Isolation often leads to a ferocious passion that is unrivaled by those exposed to practicality and the real world routinely. When you do not understand the world, you will come to be something that the world itself cannot understand. Fantasies can near delusion when seeds are planted by the few a child is regularly exposed to that whip up the innermost character into a frenzy that is the pinnacle of poignancy. Therein lies an illusion of reality deeply manifested in fabrication. These fabrications can be contrived by these few others to protect themselves from the vulnerability of admitting they could have led to the ruination of one's innocence and the apex of a child's desperation. While one with a reasonable mind could allow that the benefactors of such a character did not know what they were doing because they themselves are rooted in their own realities, there comes a point when the realization occurs, and the architect of the child must come to face the reality of all of the things that they have done or fiercely deny them for their own well-being and protection. It is the latter that will happen. Inevitably. When this type of surreal internal yet transcendental gauze veils the eyes and the beginnings of amphetamine psychosis worsen the mind's fragile state- BAM!!! The Nothing occurs. (title yet to be determined, yes) An ethereal psychological thriller. BRILLIANT!!! HaHAA.