October 15, 2011
1. Newblog2011: 10/15/11 Music, Part II/Privacy
First of all, I should have privacy on the Internet, and I don’t have any. Nobody should be watching what I do Internet searches on or what music I listen to. I’ve only talked about it because I realize that the situation isn’t fair to me, that the people who invade my privacy and who then make assumptions or interpretations about things that they see while invading my privacy aren’t planning to be fair to me at any time in the near future, and I’m doing the best I can to deal with that in the midst of what is now my completely abnormal life.
No matter how I got music to listen to, I would have no privacy about it. Even if I had anything to play music on for myself, there’s no way that I could download any music or even buy a CD without that being talked about, too.
I’ve never had an iPod. I wanted to make sure that the way it works is that you download music to it; that’s why I did a Google search on it this morning. I didn’t even know it was made by Apple Computers; if I had, I wouldn’t have looked it up and then written anything that might indicate that I’d like one. This entire paragraph is something that I shouldn’t have to write (please see paragraph 1 of this essay).
Second of all, people shouldn’t assume that they know what I’m thinking or feeling because of the music that I listen to. Some songs are good songs that I like listening to no matter what mood I’m in. Some songs I might not like that much, or at all, but I listen to them because I feel like it at the time. Some songs are funny even though they’re about sadness. I might listen to a song because I’m in a good mood and it’s a happy-sounding song, or because I’m in a bad mood and I want to cheer up. I might listen to a sad song because I’m sad, or because I think I’m feeling overly optimistic and I’m trying to temper that mood. I might be feeling ironic. I might be angry and listen to obviously angry music, or I might be angry and listen to music that might be considered more soothing. I could go on with that list of what might happen, but I won’t.
You can’t ever know what another person is thinking or feeling unless that person tells you, and, even then, you can only know so much.
Copyright L. Kochman, October 15, 2011 @ 11:10 a.m.
1. Newblog2011: 10/15/11 Music, Part II/Privacy
First of all, I should have privacy on the Internet, and I don’t have any. Nobody should be watching what I do Internet searches on or what music I listen to. I’ve only talked about it because I realize that the situation isn’t fair to me, that the people who invade my privacy and who then make assumptions or interpretations about things that they see while invading my privacy aren’t planning to be fair to me at any time in the near future, and I’m doing the best I can to deal with that in the midst of what is now my completely abnormal life.
No matter how I got music to listen to, I would have no privacy about it. Even if I had anything to play music on for myself, there’s no way that I could download any music or even buy a CD without that being talked about, too.
I’ve never had an iPod. I wanted to make sure that the way it works is that you download music to it; that’s why I did a Google search on it this morning. I didn’t even know it was made by Apple Computers; if I had, I wouldn’t have looked it up and then written anything that might indicate that I’d like one. This entire paragraph is something that I shouldn’t have to write (please see paragraph 1 of this essay).
Second of all, people shouldn’t assume that they know what I’m thinking or feeling because of the music that I listen to. Some songs are good songs that I like listening to no matter what mood I’m in. Some songs I might not like that much, or at all, but I listen to them because I feel like it at the time. Some songs are funny even though they’re about sadness. I might listen to a song because I’m in a good mood and it’s a happy-sounding song, or because I’m in a bad mood and I want to cheer up. I might listen to a sad song because I’m sad, or because I think I’m feeling overly optimistic and I’m trying to temper that mood. I might be feeling ironic. I might be angry and listen to obviously angry music, or I might be angry and listen to music that might be considered more soothing. I could go on with that list of what might happen, but I won’t.
You can’t ever know what another person is thinking or feeling unless that person tells you, and, even then, you can only know so much.
Copyright L. Kochman, October 15, 2011 @ 11:10 a.m.