Wickedpedia - Anna Rosenblum Palmer
What did you do this weekend? Did you realize that your world exists in a hive mentality? Did you shake off your new found disillusions to revel in the glee of your own power? Did you get appointed mayor of a major (ish) city? Well we did. We hosted some folks for wine and cheese on Friday. Towards the end of the evening a small handful of us tore ourselves away from the cheese and sunk into the squishy seats in the adjoining living room. Talk turned to the efficacy of social media and how to both embrace it and feel burdened by its limitations as a journalism school graduate. We told tales of art collected and left behind and the threads and ropes that connect us to family long gone. We were schooled on and felt confused by the rights of ways of power lines that lend coal fueled and natural gas power to wind turbines and solar cells. What? Why don’t those things power themselves? We reviewed that Mao was a bastard. We agreed that blogging was selfish. As I began mentally composing a blog post which would essentially be a “yes, and…” response to how it is selfish I got distracted from me. I forget what we were researching, stink bugs, vice presidential terms or Bainbridge island but as I pulled Wikipedia up on my phone the journalist asked whether or not kids thought wikipedia was a reliable source. I decided to ask the sources. We called in the fifth graders. Their ten year old selves stood taller than I remembered, their eyes were bright and focused, they wanted to be asked things and to answer. “Is Wikipedia a reliable source?” All three hands shot up as if they were in school. There was a general consensus that it could be useful but wasn’t 100% reliable. They didn’t quite know why until one kid mentioned that sometimes when he clicked around on the site a pencil came up inviting him to edit the page. The other boys looked at him with alarm and interest. We worked together to define crowd-sourced. I was expecting disillusionment but what I got was greedy power. My son grabbed my phone and decided to rewrite the world. Guess who is mayor of Denver? Well me, obviously. Look at my son’s glee as he uses his power to write me into a position of power. I was mayor all weekend. So if anything went wrong you know who to blame. On a side note…what do you think of my kid using my maiden name? Is the Rosenblum echo that strong? The following two tabs change content below.BioLatest Posts Anna Palmer Anna Rosenblum Palmer is a freelance writer based in Denver, CO. She writes about sex, parenting, cat pee, bi-polar disorder and the NFL; all things inextricably intertwined with her mental health. In her free time she teaches her boys creative swear words, seeks the last missing puzzle piece and thinks deeply about how she is not exercising. ...
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