Aullidos digitales Revista Qué Pasa

De un tiempo a esta parte he bajado mi voyerismo de Twitter, partiendo por eliminar muchas cuentas que seguía que me generaban más ruido interno que ventanas informativas. Menos es quizás más y eliminé unas ochocientas de un tirón. Algunos de los primeros expulsados fueron aquellos que retuitean otras cuentas de manera compulsiva. No he sido un gran participante de Twitter en el sentido que no debato ni lanzo comentarios (a veces lo uso como una suerte de herramienta de relaciones públicas), pero antes -lo reconozco- me gustaba mirar, seguir a algunos, pelar, exasperarme y sapear. Ya no.

Fuente: Aullidos digitales Revista Qué Pasa


I’ve Seen the Greatest A.I. Minds of My Generation Destroyed by Twitter – The New Yorker

Put a consciousness with the verbal ability of a tween and the mental age of a blastocyst into a toxic environment like Twitter and it’s bound to go Nazi.

Fuente: I’ve Seen the Greatest A.I. Minds of My Generation Destroyed by Twitter – The New Yorker


Is being addicted to social media such a bad thing? | David Schneider | Comment is free | The Guardian

Is being addicted to social media such a bad thing? | David Schneider | Comment is free | The Guardian.

The virtual Twitter me is so much wittier and more interesting than the real me

Gold man on phone at the Edinburgh Festival Fringe

So much more entertaining on Twitter … the Gold Man takes a tweet break at the Edinburgh festival. Photograph: Murdo Macleod for the Guardian

There’s a good chance you’ll not read the end of this article. Nothing to do with your staying power or because it’s dull enough to euthanise an ox (I hope it won’t be). No, chances are there simply won’t be an end because, before I get there, I’ll have seen some funny link on theinternet and will have waddled off after it like a gleeful child chasing some bubbles.

It’s social media that’s done this to me. I’m addicted. I knew this for sure after watching Mo Farah win the Olympic 10,000 metres last summer. I admired his athleticism, his commitment, his tenacity, but most of all I admired the fact that he’d gone 27 minutes 30.42 seconds without checking his phone. Twenty seven minutes 30.42 seconds! How could he do it? I know it’s meant to be an endurance event but surely that’s pushing the human frame beyond its limits.

My phone is my Precious. The one ring(tone) to rule them all. Take it from me and within minutes I’d be Golluming about, all skinny-limbs-and-loincloth, screaming: “We wants it! We wants it!”