Thursday, October 19, 2006

Krista On Acceptance

Clicks and Popular Status...So, I suppose after three solid years in high school, one should be able to see how the "system" works. As a new wave of freshman come in every year, groups form and new friendships are established.

That's all grand and fabulous, however, why do we focus so much on trying to be a part of that? Acceptance ranges from hoping to be approved by your peers to praying that that special someone is really with you because of you. As a new day begins, the fight to be or stay accepted commences. Fear of whether or not the acceptance standard is reached, often haunts those trying to make it through high school.

Unfortunatly, these days, everything a person does is judged. Now, unless you have skin made out of steel, being effected by the ways of high school is inevitable.

The drive to be part of the "crowd" can be close to pathetic. I remember my Freshman year and all my aspirations to be part of everything. The picture I had painted in my own mind was that of a false illusion. I never expected reality to hit so hard. Looking back I realized that not only do you have to be a certain kind of person to make it into that "crowd", but you have to give up a whole lot of good aspects to your character in order to achieve the Popular Pin.

However, I wish I could say having a sort of a "whatever" attitude didn't come without it's bruises. Being part of the band my whole high school career has humbled and frustrated me. If there was away to avoid fighting for acceptance...I would do it...But if you were to ask me, "Would you give all this up and start over?" I would most definitely say, "Not a chance in hell..."

Acceptance is a never ending competition without a finish line...

Wednesday, October 18, 2006

Hannu on Wamousity

As each have said their piece, I too will add my own.

The whole term of "wamousity" has changed from its lowly beginnings. Wamousity was a way for the underdogs and nerds so feel accepted in their homely internet community. It was never truly intended that they would become famous. It was of pure intentions; something they created would enertain others. Wamousitymany times happened on accident usually on the terms that some jackass of a friend posted an embarrassing video of you on YouTube. It was an innocent child of the internet that has now transformed into the most superficial and unimaginative achievement.

Take for instance our lovely Numa-Numa Guy (NNG). At his humble beginnings, the catchy song and rididulousness caught nearly everyone's eye. Although quite overplayed after awhile, it was this innocent act that made our dearest NNG famous. Upon viewing his "newer" video, I felt almost repulsed. Jumping on the tailcoat of his own fame, he tried to outlive his own legacy and obviously failed. This video, however, was just as praised as his previous one despite the fact he only made it to continue his wamousity.

Being wamous is nowhere near the achievement it once was. Now any bimbo can grab a webcam and lipsync the Pixies "Hey" and be on YouTube's Top Favorited Videos. Creativity has been lost in ever sense of the word.

Although we all wish to at some point to be recognized by our interweb peers, think before you shove some half-assed video in hopes that someone will find you amusing. Being slutty, unimaginative, and retarded is not much of an achievement. So we lowly internet-goers don't have much of a choice. We can jump on the bandwagon of dumbassery or sit back and watch them crash and burn.

Krista On Wamousity

Becoming famous on the interweb. Does it really help, or is it just there for pure intertainment?

"I'm aware of the made up declarations about me that have recently begun to appear on the internet as "Chuck Norris Facts." I've seen some of them. Some are funny. Some are pretty far out. Being more of a student of the Wild West than the wild world of the Internet, I'm not quite sure what to make of it. It's quite surprising. I do know that boys will be boys, and I niether take offense nor take it too seriously. Who knows, maybe these made up one-liners will prompt young people to seek out the real facts as found in my autobiographical book, "Against All Odds" ? " -Chuck Norris

Hmmm, interesting. According to Chuck, more problems than success.

However, I guess this is the way to get one's name out in the open these days. If that's the case I should have nooooo problem ;]

Patthew On Wamousity

Wamousity. This state of paralyzing geekiness was once seen as only a pipe dream: achievable, but ultimately futile.

There was once a time when, to become Wamous, one actually had to accomplish something. If people knew your name it was because you did something like create the internet, create a major operating system, or were the first person to steal bank records over the internet.

This was the whole appeal of the internet, it was a refuge of sorts for the kinds people who routinely had their pen protectors shoved up their asses by 'ballas.' The internet was a mystical, semi-tangible land where the people who licked crusted mud off the bottom step of the social ladder actually had some sort of chance at fame.

Nowadays any skank with a webcam and iTunes can achieve a pretty staggering amount of fame in a matter of weeks. There are still dark corners of the internet where the geek rule, but they're more reminiscent of the cramped lockers that the once "masters of the net" were stuffed into between classes than any real sort of Wamousity. If you're popular at school, you're undoubtedly popular online. People call you a geek if your myspace even begins to encroach on legibility or coherence. Nobody knows who Linus Torvalds is, but have you seen those guys who act out the Mortal Kombat theme song?

Se Young On Wamousity

wa ∙ mou ∙ si ∙ ty : (n)

1. A laughable yet somehow alluring position of authority and power.
2. Fame generated through word of mouth/type on the interweb.
3. Our ultimate goal.

High school is built on a vicious hierchy of popularity. ASB, jocks, dance team, cheerleaders, geniuses, bandos, drama geeks, ROTC, choir kids. It's nature's pecking order, a food chain if you will. I, fortunately, belong to the lower quadrant of the pyramid. I spent the first three years of high school regretting my social decisions (joining band instead of the dance team? what the fuck was I thinking?) and wishing I could somehow claw my way up to the top. Maybe it was the jarring thud with which I slid back to my proper place after each futile attempt (or maybe I've just gotten smart) but I've ultimately come to accept who I am: an awkward antisocial judgemental bando. And to be honest with you, I prefer it this way. There's a smug satisfaction to be had in placing oneself above all the petty feudings of the average high school bunch and mocking the swarming masses. Yeah, I still secretly wonder what life could have been like if I was the pretty white girl with the infinite wardrobe consisting of Hollister, Abercrombie & Fitch and American Eagle and I still compare myself to the fussy Queen Bee whenever ASB holds an elaborate ceremony to honor the homecoming court. But in general, I've gotten a lot more confident in myself and my 115lb body.

And then the interweb came along and opened a whole new can of worms.

With the birth of youtube, myspace, livejournal, facebook and countless other networking sites, physical beauty was decidedly crossed off of the list of requisites for popularity. A bit of photoshop and the willingness to get semi-nude is now all that is needed to achieve worldwide fame. Or "wamousity" as the witty Patthew and I have branded this new cultural phenomenon. Everywhere teens are taking their clothes off, tilting their cameras into awkward angles and abusing their shallow knowledge of photoshop to create horrific pieces of child porn to lure in comments from strangers (sepia or b&w conveys your deep soul while sparkle brushes and badly animated gifs of dancing animals show your more playful side). Youtube is infested with videos of skinny white girls gyrating to horrid music and defending their behavior by saying that they were "just messing around for fun". I can't help but barf in my mouth just a little everytime I read some horny old man's pathetic attempt to sound hip and young: "Shake that ass for papa" "Nice legs gurls" "Dayum son dats hot"...


Wamousity shouldn't be about selling yourself short or marketing a false image of yourself. (lonelygirl15 anybody?) It's a delicate art of dumbassical jokes, people getting hurt, being indignant and using outlandish hand gestures on vlogs while talking about random things that nobody cares about. We (Se Young, Patthew, Hannu & Krista) are here to show you what true wamousity is all about. It's a chance to let our ingenuity shine through the spiraling tubes of the interweb. It's poetic vengeance on the anorexic airheads. Simply put, it's shameless viral marketing of the self; a trixy interweb invasion.

You like me already. I can tell.


Famous people like to write about beginnings. Or maybe people's need to hear about beginnings make the quotes famous. Whatever.

The beginning is the most important part of the work. - Plato

In every phenomenon the beginning remains always the most notable moment. - Thomas Carlyle

A journey of a thousand miles must begin with a single step. - Lao Tzu

To begin, begin. - William Wordsworth

While we are making up our minds as to when we shall begin. the opportunity is lost. - Quintilian

'Begin at the beginning', the King said, very gravely, 'and go on till you come to the end: then stop.' - Lewis Carroll

And so on and so forth. It's an endless list really.

I'm good at beginning things. Just look at my numerous quirky projects. The real problem lies in following through, in finishing.

So anyways, this first entry begins yet another semi-artsy project that probably won't go anywhere.

Happy readings good sirs & ma'ams!