Tired selfie, caught in the moment where I find myself wondering how many dinner choices are made with help from the menus over the urinals.
East-London’s equivalent of the frozen figures of Pompeii.
Brands use your birthday as an excuse to tell you they exist. — The Internet of Things Will Ruin Birthdays — Joanne McNeil on Medium (via nickdouglas)
The New Yorker: Guy Walks Into a Bar
Washington Post: Airbnb host can’t get rid of squatter -
According to an article on Polygon, the squatter is a game dev behind two much-delayed Kickstarter games.
In future all of my bourbon drinks will come in smoldering boxes. So it is decreed.
There was a guy on TV news this morning talking about social media, its effect on public life, and how employers especially are now quick to do background checks on you in Facebook, Instagram, Twitter when looking at your resume.
“Unfortunately we all,” he said, “have to think of ourselves as brands.”
And I spent some time trying to imagine the person who would sit on the other side of a desk and call on you to account for your brand - who would ask you to explain a photo on your Instagram account or Facebook wall; who would ask you to explain your thinking behind sharing that thing on LinkedIn. What blankly smiling creature this would be.
The train I’m on right now stopped briefly by some warehouses at the edge of a city and I saw they had, above one of them, simply the words ‘Coca-cola’ in plain, large, unadorned type. No red or swirl. Just a word, uncomfortably bare, forcing you to reconsider it.
Think of yourself as a brand.
Terminator 2 and the world’s biggest spoiler
Reddit: "Hiya Reddit. We are Mogwai from Scotland. AMA."
Boris Johnson’s Twitter Q&A
Looks like I’m all set for facts.