Quotes About Media

Our technology forces us to live mythically

All media are extensions of some human faculty- psychic or physical.

Ads are the cave art of the twentieth century.

With the arrival of electric technology, man has extended, or set outside himself, a live model of the central nervous system itself. To the degree that this is so, it is a development that suggests a desperate suicidal autoamputation, as if the central nervous system could no longer depend on the physical organs to be protective buffers against the slings and arrows of outrageous mechanism.

We also have to factor in that candidates do not always compete on an equal footing: those who have access to the media or use the state apparatus for their campaigns have an important advantage in relation to everyone else.

The manipulated millions could be aroused or soothed by any lies. The guiding light of journalism was no stronger than a glow-worm.

There's a bit of Ron Burgundy in every newsroom..

That's the thing about interviews, at some point you're going to change your mind. But it's there forever and you can't escape it.

Before I was a mom I used to think that parents who worried about their kids watching MTV were just clueless. Now that I'm a mom, I see what the fuss was all about!

All I wanted to do was watch media and not exist. I said, You know I don't like fun.

Oh shit, my media!...No, wait, I had access to some of it.

Anyway, there was a difference in watching media because I was safe on a transport with no one making me do anything, and watching media because I was trying not to think about all the ways I'd screwed up and what might happen next, a future that was bound to include even more creative screw-ups on my part.

I had archives of everything that had happened since I hacked my governor module, but I hadn't had as much relevant experience in that time. But what I did have were thousands of hours of category mystery media, so I had a lot of theoretical knowledge that was possibly anywhere from 60 to 70 percent inaccurate shit.

But media would calm me down, and I wanted to stay angry.

I know, I said, if the humans were dead, who would make the media?

I watched a little media in background during that part, since I'd already seen the whole clip.

A forensic sweep might show that I'd been there. If forensic sweeps worked like they did in the entertainment media, which, come to think about it, I had no idea if they did or not. (Note to self: look up real forensic sweeps.)

I couldn't risk the distraction of watching media, but I checked my storage space, and noted that I still had a comfortingly high number of episodes left in the new show I was watching. It helped, a little.

I know, I said, if the humans were dead, who would make the media? It was so outrageous, it sounded like something a human would say.

I'm programmed to help humans." Eyebrow lift again. "You're not programmed to watch media." She had a point.

Picking up on my reaction, ART said, What does it want? To kill all the humans, I answered. I could feel ART metaphorically clutch its function. If there were no humans, there would be no crew to protect and no reason to do research and fill its databases. It said, That is irrational. I know, I said, if the humans were dead, who would make the media? It was so outrageous, it sounded like something a human would say.

Since I hacked my governor module, it's not like I haven't thought about killing the humans. But once I started exploring the company servers and found hundreds of hours of downloadable entertainment media, I just thought, there's no hurry. I can always kill the humans later, after the next series drops.

I needed help. I was rattled, I was still leaking a little, and I hadn't been able to watch any media in what felt like forever.

In her final months [Princess] Diana was being shat upon by the tabloids -- basically for sleeping with an Arab. When she died, these same papers were astonished by the millennial wave of emotionalism that swept the country ... [One paper] had a print-ready story about what a slag the Princess was, and they had to pull it at the last moment. It was replaced with an image of Diana as an angel, ascending to heaven.