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Nola.com: The Inmates are Running the Asylum

Posted on April 28, 2007 by Varg

I have noticed that Nola.com has incorporated a blog-type comment system into some of their their online news stories. The system allows anonymous comments by everyday Internet users on the stories posted.

This can’t be good.

What?

Free flowing opinions and immediate reaction to local news not good?

Reactions are fine. But these are anonymous reactions. That is, people can say whatever they want and they don’t have to be responsible for it. Sure, they have a user name but, what’s a user name in this day and age? It’s nothing right? My name’s Varg. Wait, no it isn’t. Actually my name’s Lance Vargas from Old Algiers.

I’d love to hear the opinions of average New Orleanians to the day’s news. but let’s get their full name, their neighborhood and snap a photo of them to run with the story.

Whoa! Suddenly no one wants to talk? Well why the hell not?

Because responsibility and putting an actual person with an idea means they have to stand behind it. Without responsibility, who the hell cares what people are saying? The Nola.com article comments may just end up like Craigslist rants and raves section, a wretched hive where so many posters, armed with blunt and retarded opinions and that precious anonymity can spew their bullshit without any sense of repercussions to themselves and the reader is forced to accept all of the infliction of their useless rhetoric.

Check this story about our 62nd murder of the year. In the comments section, you will find three repeated comments from an obvious friend of the victim written in, well, not the best grammar. This is followed by a fella who plainly states that New Orleans has the highest murder rate in the country (shocking news there). Then someone apologizes to that poster for us having the nation’s highest murder rate and then, yes, yours truly shows up after creating an account in less than two minutes and asks that someone what the hell are they apologizing for.

I’m not sure if there was a moderation process. If there was they are working the late shift for sure. I don’t know who it is working the comments board at 1 a.m. on Jazzfest weekend at Nola.com but I pray they have one and I pray that he or she has at least a two-year degree.

Of course, I could just post some cuss words and asinine shit to find out for sure if the comments are moderated but I’ll leave that to inevitability.

Back to Craigslist for just a second though. All sorts of racist shit gets posted there. Way more offensive shit than I would hear in 10 years living my normal life. Why do so many people embrace their inner bigot on Craigslist? Well, it’s because no one has to be responsible for what they say! They don’t have to see the horrified faces and endure the scrutiny of their friends and neighbors because no one knows it’s them saying it.

I’ll tell you what I have noticed though, the articles that come from Times-Picayune writers do not have comments enabled as much. Those written by other writers, those who have nothing more than a name and no affiliation have comments enabled more often. I have actually seen news stories signed with nothing more than seemingly a user name. Who the hell is rrhoden? The link with his name goes no where. Who is responsible for this story? Who says, “I checked the facts on these words and I swear they hold true”? Someone named rrhoden? WTF?

So this must be the way local media is headed? It’s amazing really. I never had much respect for the effect of bloggers (even after I became one) but it seems that the big guns are coming around to a blogger’s way of thinking rather than the bloggers coming around to theirs. That blows my mind.

I hate that people can anonymously spout off about what’s going on. When we do it among friends we at least have to understand that what we say is a judgment of our character in their eyes. There is a reason why people go to Craigslist to talk racist shit. It’s because they know with anonymity, they won’t be scrutinized and dismissed as the whack job they are.

Some may say this opens the doors up for more honest communication but I say it eliminates all responsibility for one’s actions.

3 thoughts on “Nola.com: The Inmates are Running the Asylum”

  1. celcus says:
    April 28, 2007 at 8:41 am

    Interesting, but I think there is a slight difference between comments and a blog, which you should consider.

    A blog is constructed over time, made up of a body of posts (at least this is the idea) which the public can choose to visit, or not, and can (usually) comment should they choose. The blogger can spout racist, dimwitted, moronic, or sometimes brilliance challenging accepted dogma, should they choose, and people at large can clearly choose to ignore such writing, by not visiting the site.

    Comments, however, are placed on someone else’s site (even if that is some kind of generic “general public”). Often the poster is anonymous or as good as anonymous because of the singular nature of a comment. There is often no series of posts to read to find out something and evaluate the poster, nor do you have the ability (as a reader) to ignor said poster.

    And then, anonymity an no kind of accountability (banning a user) tends to light up that “adolescent” portion of the brain stem leading them to try to find the most offensive thing in post to get a rise out of some other anonymous person, or the site’s host i.e. trolling. or even attempt to spur on the true nut jobs who agree with the offensive crap.

    And what the heck is up with anonymous news stories?

  2. El Ashmo says:
    April 28, 2007 at 9:16 am

    Yes, we do know you’re a dog.

    Anonymous news stories? Yep…we’ve hit rock bottom.

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Rev. Varg’s Artist Statement

Rejoice!

I say that a lot. I sign many pieces with it. I do this because I believe our lives are a true happenstance. A brilliant occurence from nothingness. We are so rare. We are so unlikely. And simply being born isn’t enough. From there we must survive, endure. So each morning, after our Sun departs and is reborn again. Please, for the sake of your ancestors and the Universe in general, hoist that cup of joe up and say, “Rejoice.”

Ours is a soulful existence. No matter how many McMansions, polyester fabrics, auto-tunes, modified foods and social networks we surround ourselves with, we are all still native, passionate beings made of ancient matter. We are organic and we have soul.

Wood also has a warm, soulful quality. Wood has a memory. It retains smells, traumas, events. It even has a calendar. This is why I have chosen it as my medium, for its old soul. I like to think the wood in my work is in its third incarnation. First a tree, then a home and now art. If you have a room that needs a little soul, get a piece. A room can never have enough soul.

My inspiration and subject matter comes from many sources, among them: Humanism, old ballads, trickster tales, flora and fauna, science, myths and folklore, stringed instruments, brass bands, amber spirits, lady vocalists, general relativity and quantum mechanics. Some of my pieces are there just to make a short, simple statement about what’s important in life. Some are more diffuse and abstract in meaning. A personal drama, an enduring line from a poem or novel, a poignant song lyric, the legacy of an important person, a fleeting thought … these are the subjects of my art.

I use hearts often because they are a very abstract way of depicting the human soul without also employing the very subjective human form. The symbolic heart is an apt representation for a person’s experience and essence. A body can immediatly conjure happiness, sorrow, youth, age, anger, bliss. These emotions can get in the way. Sometimes it’s simply about the experience.

I am the son of a sailor and a social worker, the grandson of a gypsy, a dancer and a nurse. I spent my youth moving from port city to port city, watching a lot of road go by and reading World Book Encyclopedia. After my parents settled down on the Gulf Coast, I was a miscreant youth, destroying cars and taking the wrongs things too seriously and the right things not serious enough. Eventually I began replacing my imagination with experience.

I will use any salvaged wood but prefer swamp cypress and longleaf heartwood pine.

I despise waste. Particularly the waste of organic matter. Trees are magnificent. They were here before we arrived and they’ll be around after we are gone. I’m making an effort to save as much wood as possible. Creating art is fun too. But beyond communicating with folks, but beyond making money ad providing for myself, beyond rescuing flooded parts, beyond reveling in the ethereal aroma of heartpine that hasn’t seen the light of day in 400 years, beyond all that, I am trying to make a simple comment on waste.

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