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May 31
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unicornology:

havearide:

lovebot:

“We all have the potential to fall in love a thousand times in our lifetime. It’s easy. The first girl I ever loved was someone I knew in sixth grade. Her name was Missy; we talked about horses. The last girl I love will be someone I haven’t even met yet, probably. They all count. But there are certain people you love who do something else; they define how you classify what love is supposed to feel like. These are the most important people in your life, and you’ll meet maybe four or five of these people over the span of 80 years. But there’s still one more tier to all this; there is always one person you love who becomes that definition. It usually happens retrospectively, but it always happens eventually. This is the person who unknowingly sets the template for what you will always love about other people, even if some of those lovable qualities are self-destructive and unreasonable. You will remember having conversations with this person that never actually happened. You will recall sexual trysts with this person that never technically occurred. This is because the individual who embodies your personal definition of love does not really exist. The person is real, and the feelings are real—but you create the context. And context is everything. The person who defines your understanding of love is not inherently different than anyone else, and they’re often just the person you happen to meet the first time you really, really want to love someone. But that person still wins. They win, and you lose. Because for the rest of your life, they will control how you feel about everyone else.”

(Chuck Klosterman, Killing Yourself to Live)

May 20
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What was the panel discussion?

leoncrawl:

The main thing people were unsure about last night at the 90s panel was whether they were remembering things wrong. Everyone seemed motivated by this sense that we probably are glorifying the 90s a little, maybe a lot, and we should sort out what’s what. I think that is what it was built to address, anyway— Mark Greif, the moderator, very clearly wanted the more nostalgic of his panelists to snap out of their fantasies and realize the 90s were actually awful.

One person who really wasn’t down with that was Aaron Lake Smith, who I think is my age (24) or maybe a year older. That guy, who was in 10th grade in 1999, loved the 90s and as far as he’s concerned it’s been downhill ever sense. When Mark Greif said the 90s totally sucked, and kind of jokingly offered by way of support that there had been no good bands after Pavement, ALS said he was dead wrong, that there had been tons of good bands.

It makes sense that ALS was the panelist most nostalgic for the 90s, because he was the youngest by a couple years, and was obviously there because he could bring the perspective of someone who was a baby when Nevermind came out. He said something at one point about how the “national conversation” had deteriorated in recent years— that back in the 90s we used to talk about inequality, and now we just talk about… torture. He fore flannel and defensively insisited when this was remarked upon that he always wore clothes like that, that it wasn’t some ironic costume.

Two facts I learned about ALS: he edits and distributes his own print zine, and used to go to a lot of protests except doesn’t anymore because the institutions he once threw rocks at, like the World Bank, are these days crumbling under their own weight. Another fact: he just joined Facebook the other day, reluctantly. He expressed great distaste for the idea that a political protest could be organized via Facebook, and said with thick sarcasm that maybe he should get into Tumblr. That would be lame, was his point.

All of which makes me confident that what ALS is really nostalgic for are the days when we were all less free— when it was harder to do, be, and say whatever we wanted than it is now. Being different, and finding people who were different in ways we found interesting or sympathetic, required more work— and more conspicuous work— back when there wasn’t an internet. Back then you had to spend money on printing a zine and time on giving it out at basement shows. Now that he can just blog and build an audience online without ever leaving his room ALS isn’t as into it. What he was saying but not saying: do-it-yourself used to mean something, and now it doesn’t, because everyone does everything themselves. Where’s the fun in that?

Basically what ALS is sad about is that being a non-conformist doesn’t look as cool anymore now that we’re all just on our computers. I think at one point he told a story about the guy from Fugazi, and how back in the day he used to be able to just come up to a skinhead chick and start talking to her. Nowadays, ALS said, everyone just wears hipster uniforms, and it’s impossible to tell who you’re gonna see eye to eye with and who just bought their shit at American Apparel and Urban Outfitters.

At the end of the panel ALS got told, in an “oh snap” kind of moment, to stop pretending he was living in the 90s. Which, OK, I guess he should stop doing that, but he should also think about whether he really likes having a zine and if so, why.

Mar 21
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alexdesigns:

HAHA - fantastic twits

drew
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Love it!!!

mashable:

The Twouble with Twitters

Current.com mocks Twitter addicts. Heh.

Mar 05
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boffery:


itsbedtime:

The tragedy that is Facebook.

boffery:

itsbedtime:

The tragedy that is Facebook.
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blogs (via twenetysomethingtales)

  • Customs Officer at airport: (examining passport) What is the purpose of your visit?
  • twentysomethingtales: Pleasure
  • Officer: And what will you be doing here?
  • TST: I'm visiting my [boyfriend]
  • (Officer eyes [TST] suspiciously)
  • Officer: And...you live in America? And he lives here?
  • TST: Yes
  • Officer: How did you meet
  • TST: ....um...online.
  • Officer: Online?
  • TST: Yeah, well he reads my blog...I read his...
  • Officer: (laughing) Blog? I've got to start reading those blogs.
Mar 04
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lindsayrobertson:

whatevs:

ANATOMY OF A MISSED HANDSHAKE: An Act In Three Parts
One of your Uncle Grambo’s closest friends, the always awesome Lindsayism (or is it LindsayGum?), went to a taping of Late Night With Jimmy Fallon last night. If you watch through the end credits, you’ll see our Linds run through the gamut of emotions as she attempts to shake the hand of the Boyish Wonder. So close yet so far!
(Bonus Microceleb Hottness: That’s Sexy Wet Rexy sitting next to her.)

Hilarious! Caught!

 First SNL, now Jimmy Fallon.  How do Lindsay and Rex do it?

lindsayrobertson:

whatevs:

ANATOMY OF A MISSED HANDSHAKE: An Act In Three Parts

One of your Uncle Grambo’s closest friends, the always awesome Lindsayism (or is it LindsayGum?), went to a taping of Late Night With Jimmy Fallon last night. If you watch through the end credits, you’ll see our Linds run through the gamut of emotions as she attempts to shake the hand of the Boyish Wonder. So close yet so far!

(Bonus Microceleb Hottness: That’s Sexy Wet Rexy sitting next to her.)

Hilarious! Caught!

 First SNL, now Jimmy Fallon.  How do Lindsay and Rex do it?

Mar 02
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WTF?!?!?!

soupsoup:

cajunboy:

So Nick Douglas is getting a five-figure book deal from Harper Collins to put together a collection of Tweets POSTED BY PEOPLE NOT NAMED NICK DOUGLAS?!?!?! Are you fucking kidding me?!

Well, you see kids…this here defines the difference between Twitter and Tumblr. When you regurgitate someone else’s material on Tumblr, it’s called reblogging. When you approach an savvy agent (this has Kate Lee written all over it) with an idea to do the same thing with other people’sTwitter posts, you get a book deal. But hey…tip of the hat to Nick Douglas for pitching the idea.

However, this has to be frought with potential copyright legal issues, right? Maybe I should go back and read my Twitter TOS agreement.

See also Garfield minus Garfield and Postcards From Yo Momma.

I’m going to get a book deal combining all three into one book.

 Don’t forget HOT CHICKS WITH DOUCHEBAGS

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I've Had Enough

fimoculous:

jakelodwick:

After reading my mom’s post on shutting down her tumblelog, I can’t help but agree, and it’s time for me to end this.

It’s not about Tumblr, specifically. It’s about the web in general. It’s become overrun by too many animals. One of the last straws was adventures of mascarah, who, after reading a few posts where I expressed myself, wrote this:

I will say that if you cut off his head he still looks much better here than with his new shorter locks and Office Space/ child molester glasses. You might not have been happy then, Jake, but wow, you looked so much better.

I may be a millionaire but I this sort of thing still hurts. If this were a one-time thing, I could deal with it, but it happens several times a week, no matter what I do, and I can’t avoid seeing it. To be hit with a personal insult, from a stranger who knows only my blog persona, yet attacks me as a person, is an awful feeling.

Another last straw was this Gawker post, where I wanted to learn multiple basic summaries of the China situation as a starting point for a larger exploration of the country. I was torn to shreds (I still don’t understand why) by the poster, an elf who has never talked to me but stammered a darted his eyes when I encountered him at a party a year ago. Worse than the post were the comments. Imagine reading these things about yourself:

  • Boil. Your. Face.
  • His relationship with Julia “hey guys, I need to write an article, send me stuff and do it for me” Allison makes so much sense right now. They’re BOTH what’s wrong and evil in this world.
  • Oh, he’s my least favorite brand of asshole: the kind that thinks being an asshole makes him edgy. It doesn’t. It just makes him an asshole. He sucks.
  • Please kill yourself. You’re completely worthless.
  • I didn’t think it was possible to hate him more. But it is, apparently. He needs to shut his ugly face. We can call him ugly without fear of retribution in the form of execution right? Ugly. Inside and out.
  • Ha. Seriously. Fucking Napoleonic complex to go with his undoubtedly tiny ween. Also, ugly.
  • I saw him at the Bedford Ave subway station a week ago, looking like an escaped mental patient dressed as a retarded toddler.

The last one really pushed me over the edge. Not only do these people attack me online, but they recognize me in real life. That’s the kind of thing I don’t want to think about while out and about.

The absolute worst, though, has got to be the attacks for any display of self-confidence. You may conceptualize the Unites States as a great nation. But it’s also a big tribe, with its own irrational taboos. One of them is: don’t talk proudly about your achievements.

Unfortunately, my line of work requires me to aim high. If you can’t stomach that, fine, but consider the long-term effects of bashing me and others who goals are to innovate. Entrepreneurs, artists — our jobs are not easy; they require doing something new. This means we assume risk — our business could go bankrupt, our art could be despised. Perhaps you are happy with the current state of USA. I am not — I am deeply unhappy with it — and I want to change it.

But going forward, Jakob Lodwick, the person, is withdrawing from the public web. You will see the results of my efforts through Normative and other companies. I just cannot deal with these animals any longer.

Pssst, Lodwick’s back.

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iamsebastian:


misterhippity:
I figured Nick Denton’s new website could use a logo, so I went ahead and created one. Not bad, huh?
I have mixed feelings about this supergroup clusterfuck of blogs. On the one hand, I am glad that these three titles will continue. But it is sad that Defamer could not exist on its own. Surely, Los Angeles and the entertainment industry have enough raw material to provide full-time fodder. If Internet traffic is at an all-time high, why are blogs falling like a dominoes? It reminds me of And Then There Were None.

iamsebastian:

misterhippity:

I figured Nick Denton’s new website could use a logo, so I went ahead and created one. Not bad, huh?

I have mixed feelings about this supergroup clusterfuck of blogs. On the one hand, I am glad that these three titles will continue. But it is sad that Defamer could not exist on its own. Surely, Los Angeles and the entertainment industry have enough raw material to provide full-time fodder. If Internet traffic is at an all-time high, why are blogs falling like a dominoes? It reminds me of And Then There Were None.