being broadcast

One of the consequences of globalisation is the tension and unease that accompanies the feeling of being broadcast all the time – very Trauman Show. The sensation that our every move, statement, and action is recorded and filed away to be later viewed and judged. Or is that Santa? 

For other's, there is a feeling of being broadcast that is far more gratifying. I got over being surprised at the scale, popularity and power of the feeling of being broadcast around the rise of social networks and series three of Big Brother. The amount of money to be made via SMS and texting for a time in Australia  – preTwitter - was incredible.

I suffer from both senses of being broadcast and noted a pang of Socratic irony today as I descended into the giant evil villain’s lair that is Lecture Hall 13.

We tested the new recording technology for the iLecture series, but I think the mp4 download is of a very low quality. The streaming version on the high setting is fine for those with phatter pipes for your interwebz.

Can’t speak for the general quality of the lecture, but really enjoyed monologging and it showed I have been watching Despicable Me with my younglings. I noted I thought the ABC programs Dumb, Drunk and Racist and Myf Warhursts Nice were very complimentary works to view and a student later asked what other programs would I recommend watching. I replied with, Four Corners, but later realised I should have also said Tribal Wives.