One of the greatest videos in the world is below. I say that with one hundred percent sincerity; no sarcasm.
Warning, though, it has some (sort of) sexual content to it. In fact, if you don’t want to watch it, I’ll summarize it here:
Some kids introduce themselves and then take turns humping (while clothed) an ottoman. Not an ancient Turk, a piece of furniture. At some points, while the ottoman is in use, some of them simply hump the floor, a door, or the air. If you don’t believe me, watch the video below and you’ll see for yourself the day he was no longer an ottoboy.
So what do I think is amazing about this video? Think about it: we live in an era where some kids can, in an evening, create a video with a soundtrack and decent sound and even a little credits sequence. They can then upload this video to a global network so that other people throughout the world can view it. These others can then communicate with their friends throughout the world, telling them to go see it. They can meet on virtual messageboards (like MetaFilter, where I first saw it) to discuss it. It hangs out on the internet, waiting to be seen again. It’s quite possible that these kids will be humping this ottoman for the remainder of human history.
And yet, this amazing level of communication is not reserved for the wealthy and powerful. It isn’t Benazhir Bhutto’s assassination, or the Tienneman Square riots, or the Moon Landing being immortalized and analyzed and distributed in this fashion. It’s some kids feigning sex with a piece of furniture. Goofing around some evening with a camcorder nearby.
Of course the video is inane. But its inanity is what makes it so amazing. This is where we are now. Anyone can have everyone in their audience. And sure, this carries with it the danger that such a level of information makes it nearly impossible to separate signal from noise, and the claim that not everyone has something meaningful to say, but that means that we in the audience can longer be simple passive receivers. The days of Someone Who Knows speaking to us with the Voice of Authority are nearing an end.
A kid in New Zealand can watch kids in America mount furniture, and communicate back to them; perhaps request that a nice chaise be next. If this isn’t the Revolution, what is?