Possibly against my better judgement, I allowed Ian to create a YouTube account last week. Since then he’s been producing and publishing videos that can best be described as “unique.”
not bad - okay, they kinda are - but his videos are really no worse
than some of the content that he seems to enjoy watching on YouTube. I
haven’t figured out whether it’s a generational thing or a YouTube
thing, but the channels he enjoys visiting, the sorts of videos he seems
to get a kick out of watching, all seem so alien to me. I do not see
the appeal nor the entertainment value.
He’s certainly enjoying creating and publishing them.
sometimes I start to worry about whether he will learn to appreciate
more refined aspects of art and literature. Is he going to grow up
believing that a 3 minute video snippet labeled “Epic Fail” is the
pinnacle of comedy? That watching someone breakdown how to complete
level 10 of Legend of Zelda is a worthwhile way to spend your time in
front of a computer?
then he walks into the kitchen and tells me that he really enjoys
writing poetry, and then proceeds to share two poems that he has
prepared for his Advanced Language Arts class. Not only are they well
written, but they demonstrate real creativity. I can tell that he put
some honest effort into writing and structuring the poem to convey his
feelings and also conjure a particular response in the reader.
That gives me hope.