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STOKED

gerund — Sun, 03 May 2009 08:42:21 +0000

CHARLEY BOWERS STRANGENESS

gerund — Sat, 11 Apr 2009 15:24:44 +0000

I’ve never heard of Charley Bowers, but this surreal animation from 1930 proves that I should have.

CWITTERCISM

gerund — Sat, 11 Apr 2009 00:18:26 +0000

The backlash is here. Compared to many I’m a late joiner of Twitter, so I could easily be lumped into the unwashed mass of people that pushed Twitter from “cool” to the “oh shit my grandma is on here” category. I don’t think it’s going anywhere, and I imagine that in a few years we’ll reminisce about the olden days of Twitter the way we do about once really cool things like email or newsgroups. Or chat for that matter.*

Anyway, I’ll probably talk shit about Twitter for awhile, mostly because everyone else is. It’s only appropriate given that bandwagon hopping turned it uncool in the first place. After that it’ll be integrated into everything and I won’t even think about it. What really worries me is what happens when all of my online and offline identities somehow merge into one.** Maybe that’s the next killer app, something to manage all of our ridiculous online personae.

* There was a period of time during which I printed and saved all of my chats. This might make an interesting ongoing feature, Banal Chats from my Past.

** People talk about the Singularity, maybe that’s what will happen. Identity boundaries cease to exist. I implode under the gravity of my cognitive dissonance.

JUSTINE LAI DOES IT WITH DEAD PRESIDENTS

gerund — Fri, 10 Apr 2009 02:34:36 +0000

Oh Abe..

South Park or Hitchens?

gerund — Fri, 10 Apr 2009 02:13:12 +0000

19/25 for me..

(via toomanytribbles)

OF CABBAGE AND SORROW

gerund — Thu, 09 Apr 2009 19:23:51 +0000

There I was, in my kitchen, in a dream, with a cabbage in my hands. It was a long slender cabbage and it fell in half as I moved it through the air, the sides still attached by several cabbage strands. An estranged friend was there, nervous and making small talk with someone else. The outer strata of the cabbage were slightly brown and soft, I questioned the utility of the vegetable. My friend was now thin and clothed in designer garb. He had pierced an ear. Acknowledging me he tried to speak but the words I expected to be an explanation stuck in his throat. I tore off half the cabbage and threw it in the trash.

BATHROOM 12

gerund — Wed, 08 Apr 2009 04:03:49 +0000

ON BEING OPENMINDED

gerund — Tue, 07 Apr 2009 04:29:15 +0000

I’m falling behind the curve…

HE NEEDS ME

gerund — Sat, 28 Mar 2009 21:01:33 +0000

Bonus Nilsson:

FALSEAREUPONME

gerund — Tue, 24 Mar 2009 18:26:22 +0000

David Shane Smith via Click Opera