Still, at least not everyone is buying into this ‘app / app marketplace’ trend.
Oh, wait…
Cultivated Play: Farmville
The secret to Farmville’s popularity is neither gameplay nor aesthetics. Farmville is popular because in entangles users in a web of social obligations. When users log into Facebook, they are reminded that their neighbors have sent them gifts, posted bonuses on their walls, and helped with each others’ farms. In turn, they are obligated to return the courtesies. As the French sociologist Marcel Mauss tells us, gifts are never free: they bind the giver and receiver in a loop of reciprocity. It is rude to refuse a gift, and ruder still to not return the kindness. We play Farmville, then, because we are trying to be good to one another. We play Farmville because we are polite, cultivated people.
Interesting thinking on why Farmville is so popular and such a bad idea.
A person would happily consider spending $2 on an application. But an ‘app’? We have to pay for those?
I miss when they were called ‘applications’.
Black Joe Lewis & The Honey Bears - “Bitch, I Love You”
230/365
(via jill willcott)
The British TV channel E4 is currently running an iPad spoof advert: The ePad
I wrote a long piece about some things I’d been thinking about today. It was mostly about my dad and blue-bottles and white-tipped waves.
And Tumblr lost it.
So I wrote it again and saved it as a draft. I copied it to my clipboard and hit publish. Tumblr once again lost it and Vista swallowed my clipboard.
First thing I’ve felt good about writing in ages and I’ve lost it.
The Sartorialist: Red, Black & White, Paris
“The Thing” (Dir: John Carpenter, 1982) is bloody terrifying.
Also, I still want to grow up to be Kurt Russel.
A woman from Botswana’s unique guitar-playing style. And the song’s nice, too. (via the great Naturalismo)
My blog just turned 3!
So… there you go. A random thing I started to pass the time while stuck at a hotel has survived 3 years. Wow.
(I like that Tumblr emails you this to tell you. Nice, Tumblr. Nice.)
this is my favorite one, and i think still sums up the site, so without further ado, it’s been an awesome project and i’ve loved doing it for you. i’ll leave you with this.
______________basically i want to be able to look at my son one day - right in the eye - and say “your mom was fucking hot”. and then we high five, me and the kid. or something. i haven’t thought all this out yet.
Goodbye, bonerparty. You will be missed.
