May 2012
A feeling - somewhere after the last vestiges of real homesickness have died down but before the quiet settling in of contentment somewhere new. Sadness of a kind, I suppose. A loss, a disconnect. ‘Melancholy’ doesn’t fit as a description. It isn’t resignation. A time between homes. A kind of small sadness you know will pass. The air was warm tonight as I walked down quiet...
“The iPhone is the most popular camera on Flickr, but the feeling isn’t...”
– How Yahoo Killed Flickr and Lost the Internet
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At Least 16 New Tween Followers: That’s the Luckyshirt-Reblog Guarantee™.
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Yahoo! seems to be imploding →
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“We will never have Web 3.0, because the Web’s dead.”
– Forbes: Here’s Why Google and Facebook Might Completely Disappear in the Next 5 Years
I disagree, but this is interesting.
The Bygone Bureau: Embracing Uncertainty with... →
by (our own) Avery Edison
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April 2012
“Describe everything you’ve done for the last ten years (or since you were 18). Do not omit anything. Failure to do so will result in a delay in the processing of your application.”
Followed by five short blank lines. Five. That’s two years a line. At an average life-span of 75 years, this form seems to suggest that the average person’s entire existence could be described...
The concept of a ‘brogrammer’ makes me angry.
Pop Culture
Fez is a beautiful, infinitely puzzley game. (I have a notepad with me and I make notes about them. I am learning an alphabet in it!) The soundtrack occasionally reminds me of an 8-bit version of ‘Music for airports.’
The Cabin In The Woods is a funny, self-aware, semi-horror movie. A genre mish-mash produced / written in part by Joss Whedon. Go see it. It is smart (or, at least,...
I had that weird sex dream again
The dream where I wake up, early, on a clean Sunday morning, just after it’s rained. That’s what’s woken me up, I think, in the dream - that the sound of the rain has stopped.
I wake up slowly, one eye opening at a time. I stretch lazily, push aside the fresh sheets and thick duvet, and wander downstairs. I realise that I have the house, the whole house, to myself and that...
To put it another way, Tumblr
The art of advertising (speaking as someone who’s largely been advertised at, rather than who advertises) seems to lie in getting the user’s attention. That’s what an advertiser pays for - the chance to get a possible customer’s attention. Usually, that gaining of a user’s attention seems to be through subtlety, distraction, or misdirection.
I imagine (and hey, I...
Well, there goes my weekend. →
"(a specific form of vigorous shaking)" →
Webbygram →
Web-portal for Instagram. Neat.
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The men in the other room are shouting at the TV. It’s understandable, of course. Some men on the TV have a thing. Ball? Puck? One of those. And boy, the other men on the TV screen want it. They want the thing. They want it bad and they are not taking no for an answer. So men have gathered in my living room, my housemate among them, to sit together, drink, and ruminate on the situation. I...
Tuesday 9:00 AM by Denver Butson
A man standing at the bus stop reading the newspaper is on fire Flames are peeking out from beneath his collar and cuffs His shoes have begun to melt
The woman next to him wants to mention it to him that he is burning but she is drowning Water is everywhere in her mouth and ears in her eyes A stream of water runs steadily from her blouse
Another woman stands at the bus stop freezing to death...
Bygone Bureau: Instructions for Viewing the... →
Also, I don’t like that pit-stains on white t-shirts happen to good people. I mean, I’ve come to terms with the fact that the Universe is an entirely objective place where terrible things happen regardless of whether you’re simply out for yourself or are actually trying to make it a nicer place for everyone in it. It’s a terrible, cold truth that’s visible everywhere....
True story: When I used to work at Yahoo! we’d bucket-test new features using New Zealand. New Zealanders accessing our sites would get features we weren’t sure would work or were still in testing. “How’s New Zealand doing?” you’d ask on Monday morning, as if it had spent the weekend running on a wheel in a carefully-monitored cage somewhere. The lab-boys would...