Watching a documentary on serial killers last night, C. pointed out that if you grouped all our facebook friends together, statistically one or two would be bona-fide psychopaths. We spent time trying to figure out who they are.
Put the sun inside a pint of stout. It’s the same color…Sooo beautiful
-Best description *ever*. It smells like music. Put your nose to the soundhole and you can smell songs inside and if you listen closely you hear crickets at 78rpm and the clank of empty whiskey bottles.
I guess the definition of “mature relationship” has to do with a couples ability to sit in a car seething with rage in the midst of a terrible argument precipitated by the doneness of a bagel, whilst at the same time being prepared to stop and join forces to sing along with a certain tune when it comes on the radio before continuing.
I get philosophical behind a dust mask and surrounded by the hum of a random-orbit sander. I was thinking about the nature of democracy and the strange supposition that capitalism might be equated with it. The whole SOPA thing made me consider what life was like at the dawn of the internet. Being an old guy, I have memories of pre-web life and also how controlled the content actually was in ‘95. Dinosaurs like AOL and Netscape where really geared toward advertising. It wasn’t the insidious targeted stuff that Facebook and Google employ now but it was obtrusive and it took three minutes to load. It was more like commercial television. Then I remembered my first email address. e0fKHjW@credit.erin.utoronto.ca. You had to type it all in every time. Case sensitive.
Why would an American law mean anything to a foreigner like me? I suppose because technological imperialism is total. Should it annoy me that the U.S. government is working to secure the capitalistic interests of a segment of its economy rather than the democratic interests of its population? Perhaps. I don’t get a vote on this one. I can’t call a senator. In the end someone else’s democratically elected government could have the right to modify the content of my internet experience.
It’s raining now. I was just standing on my front steps and looking at the sky and wondering when it would turn to snow but there was one of those perfect moments when things are both in focus and shimmering and the world seems far off in the distance. Soft shushing of cars on wet pavement. Streetlights in puddles. Soft and warm despite the cold.
Hey man. That was a really heartfelt and touching post. While I wont pretend to be one of those future movers and shakers you see (even though that's my goal), I don't even think you're following me, that was still a great thing to say. It reminds me why you're one of my favourite people on tumblr. I love to read your posts, because they're often a much calmer, clearer view of the world. They're touching, with a hint of humour, and excellent artwork. I enjoy you immensely. Keep up the good work.
Aww man. I do go through your blog every other week and get caught up. You’re the definition of classy. You also have the broadest collection of musical interests of any high school student I can think of. I think about that sometimes - what would I have been able to accomplish as a 17 year old with access to iTunes? Carry on. ;)
Musing on 1023ish posts and a multitude of followers.
I’m at the point where I can’t follow back. That both astounds me and is slightly irritating. Keeping tumblr compartmentalized is important to me. I’ve mentioned in the past that if I follow you, I read *everything* you post. The stuff behind cuts, the “read mores”, the weird audio and video posts. All of it.
“In Hollywood, they think drawn animation doesn’t work anymore; computers are the way. They forget that the reason computers are the way is that Pixar makes good movies. So everybody tries to copy Pixar. They’re relying too much on the technology and not enough on the artists. The fact that Disney closed down its cel animation division is frightening to me. Someday soon, somebody will come along and do a drawn-animated film, and it’ll be beautiful and connect with people, and they’ll all go, ‘Oh, we’ve gotta do that!’. It’s ridiculous.”—Tim Burton (via lumber)
You okay there anon? Yes. Life, in all its wonderous forms and stages is certainly worthwhile. If you’re having doubts about this then I urge you to reach out and talk with someone. You can contact me via email if you’d like. I know I sometimes post dark imagery and/or recollections but it’s not all-pervasive and not intended to bum you out.
With all those old cars I’ve owned, how is it possible I never bought a battery charger? I have to be honest. Part of me really wants to Walter White that badboy with a fantastic trickle charge arrangement. I’ve got 15 AA batteries and a heat gun…