April 2008
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While riding my Vespa today, I was nearly killed
by a blonde driving a Mercedes S.U.V. through the Marina, talking on a cell phone and wearing a Kiffiyeh. I didn’t have the chance to administer a “Where in the World is Palestine?” geography test.
Thoughts on the Comment Box
At least when I was a kid I knew their names so that when I got older I could Google them and have a nice, smug chuckle over their steady decline toward unplanned parenthood, obesity, and a cozy relationship with the U.S. penal system. Or suburbia.
Two words: Dark. Alley.
Um, should I quit? →
Notes on Time Management
On Forward Retreat:
Number of posts posted: 59 Number of drafts in the quene: 50
Trevor Paglen on the Colbert Report: Weird.
Not to break out the Baudrillard or anything, but it’s always slightly surreal to see people one knows on television. For me, it’s the most bizarre form of representation, much more so than any other form of imagery, whether analog or digital.
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I am Traffic
On my way out of Ritual yesterday I spotted a large patch affixed to a messenger bag: “I am traffic.” After declaring aloud that the owner of said bag/patch rig was “like, nerd 4.0,” I was informed that the patch is worn by bicyclists to ward off aggressive drivers— not to declare that they dominate the Interweb of Life. Right.
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Stab You in the Face
“Silicon Valley is built on delusions. You don’t have to be a hateful person to report the truth. Some people say Valleywag will stab you in the back. That’s a lie. Valleywag will stab you in the face. We say what’s necessary.” (Owen Thomas)
Maybe California’s not so bad, after all.
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Welcome to tumblr.
I figured that since Gawker— nay, even better, Nick Douglas— effectively diagnosed the condition I’ve surely suffered from since early childhood, I might as well commemorate the day by throwing in the fucking towel and starting a tublelog. Twittering my way toward early-onset dementia …