This is NOT my Birthday

When people visit my Facebook page they are greeted with the picture above.  There are three distinct elements in that picture other than my photograph

1. Logo's detailing my association with beBee

2. A Spectraneuron Logo - which sometimes appears as a banner on my posts

3. A series of shots of the 50's movie actor James Dean

There is a reason why I have James Dean on my Facebook page.  It has very little to do with James Dean other than he is one life that was a fascinating study and he had some iconic moments.  I liken his gusher scene as metaphor for those media companies that strike oil.  Facebook struck oil when it found a golden bounty of people who gravitated to it and it became a phenomena.  beBee may one day strike a gusher if it's vision taps a large reservoir of human beings that then turn it into another cyberspace phenomena. 

In this regard I am more like James Dean than I am the perfectly primed image of Aaron, I am inclined to speak from my heart and yet try hard to do the right thing.  There is no wonder that at a young age I was fascinated by James Dean's life and why over the decades his image has become legendary and iconic.   In the end it does not matter how long a person lives, the mythology of a person is carried regardless - and Dean's height of fame occurred after he was dead.  The simple point is that when people see 30th September as a date, they have no clue.  They will send greetings as they are conditioned to, as they think they must because that is the "normal" thing to do.  Yet there is nothing normal about the online identity.  It is a digital extension of the hands that have typed these words or the mind which lags a millisecond before the thoughts appear through my fingers.  At least I have one place in cyberspace where I can say that this, all of this, is NOT my birthday.  It is the death of my privacy, something I value and there is nothing I dislike more than the cronyism that accompanies this loss and theft of our privacy.

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