Come, hang out, talk, be my friend, do stuff

It’s [tech] conference walla season again.  And people are getting all hippy about it.  Even Metcalfe and Coates [and I single them out because I like offending them and also because I can’t be arsed to find other people to back up my flimsy argument rant] are getting into the sandal wearing brotherly love thing and making a big call to meet up with people, to do ‘neat’ things and generally hang out with the tech people and talk revolution, albeit a corporatised one involving lots of cappucino. 

I thought this kind of "be my friend" posturing was beaten out of people at school.  If not then there’s a definite argument for re-introducing it, even formally as part of the curriculum.  The irony is [and I’m sure there are many] that these liberal techy types are the those who’ve created a whole behavioural language, along with Goths and pubescent teenagers [and the occasional uncle], from their social absurdity, their awkwardness.  And yet put a few together, give them a sniff of someone as socially stiff as themselves and they act like it’s a fucking global commune.

You can see it annoys me.  Of course I’d be saying exactly the same thing if I were in the West Coast sipping coffee and pretending to be a player whilst espousing all kinds of profanities about the links between classic Greek philosophy and the concept of friendship [BBC, In Our Time download MP3] and developments in social networking.  <no, really>.  I was actually going to post something serious about this but found myself distracted by bitterness.

Anyway, should any non-techy pretty people want to meet up, I’ll be on the Jamestrain from Sheffield to Manchester tomorrow then wandering around looking for a purpose for a while then I’ll be back in Sheffield in a really far out steel mill industrial area til 6ish and then doing some real crazy shit whilst I commute home to watch linear TV.  Come on let’s hang out, do stuff.  Email me.  Cool.  Yeah!

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