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Digital Howl: Social Media Marketing

Posted on September 6, 2010

weBlog 101:09.06.2010

property of Warner Brothers and the Brothers Wachowski

Can you hear me now?

As I write this on my iPhone, I revel in the power of information without the hard-won quest for knowledge:

the apple in the garden 2.0—

When the Matrix came out in theaters, I felt strong empathy for neo: a genX narcissist who didn't give a damn about anyone; the typical cyber-punk hero. As a villain, Agent Smith's attachment to an omnipotent network of information was the epitome of evil.

The scene in which Agent Smith "unplugs" in order to get personal and torture Morpheus has stuck in my mind since 1999. It only occurred to me recently with much horror:

Social media has made everyone of us into an Agent.

Cast out from the garden, we are free roaming 2.0 cowboys chasing the event horizon and running from those who would seek to tame us with DRM, censorship and copy-write fences. To become a social media marketing specialist, we must be like rangers stalking prey, ear to the ground for the next big quarry. We have trained our children to shift their attention in an split-second because it is necessary to survive in this digital jungle where communiqués in 31 flavors can assault us at any moment.

We must be cautious.

There is no distinction between guerrilla and establishment,friendly poke or identity theft. Almost everyone has access, and everyone online can be reached. Web 2.0 is the holy grail of marketing and your worst nightmare all rolled into one. This is the cutting edge, and sometimes you might get cut.

How far down the rabbit hole are you willing to go? — but who says you have any way to fight the fall?


-David Tanimura

[Sent from iPhone]

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Posted on September 4, 2010

Kaiju (giant-monster) Battle!!!

Action!, ©MMX

The newest piece in the "Occupied" series pits two of my favorite wandering gods of chaos: Yojimbo and Gojira, in a fight to see who gets to keep the rubble.

The price of modernity are the monsters that we birth into existence.

The stronger we narcissistically hold onto the past, we forget those whom we trod on in our pursuit of greatness.

The golden age is the myth of modernity. Modernity is the myth of progress.

Shikata ga nai and pass the ammunition.