January 2009
43folders:
“What we read on the web is shaped almost entirely by what our friends recommend to us or what other people have decided is popular. And because what’s popular is meanness, that almost all that we read – page after page of cynicism, meanness, ranting and rage.”
— Paul Carr [via: Big Contrarian]()]
Which is a shame because there’s much more to the world than meanness.
GPOYW(028/365 2.0)
Because all the kids are doing it.
Beauty: Something Amazing
amirchev:
A man sat at a metro station in Washington DC and started to play the violin; it was a cold January morning. He played six Bach pieces for about 45 minutes. During that time, since it was rush hour, thousands of people went through the station, most of them on their way to work. Three minutes went by and a middle aged man noticed there was musician playing. He slowed his pace and...
Long live Polaroid →
hrrrthrrr:
[ hey….the pixies ]
this song never...
A new aesthetic
For the first time since the early 90’s, there seems to be a wholly new aesthetic emerging: not quite late ninteenth century, not quite 50’s (or earlier) nostalgia, but hovering there, as if the twisted mustache of an 1890 robber baron was lifted, scrap-booked by a 1940’s housewife and the whole shebang was shot through YouTube with a stop by the MySpace self-portrait office...
broccoli and potao soup →
benefits of a crappy camera →
Watchyourmonkeycalled:
Craigslist Penis Photographer w/ Bob Odenkirk
“I might take photographs for the ‘Casual Encounters’ section of Craigslist, but there’s nothing casual about what I do.” Awesome.
(via Eric)
This was pretty funny two years ago, when the idea was “Professional Myspace Profile Photographer”
dalasverdugo:
I’m reading something fairly unrelated, but thinking of the time when William told me that sometimes you have to form a shitty band, just so you can use the energy from the break-up of that band to fuel a better band.
Excellent advice for all kinds of creative endeavors. I happened to write a shitty novel. Hopefully I can use the energy from that failure to make my current novel a...
“And when her house was empty again, Quoyle gone and the teapot scalded and put...”
– The Shipping News by E. Annie Proulx (p 215)
How to: join words.
On Precision
From The New Yorker:
As DeLillo matured as a writer, his detritus increased, and not just because his books got longer. Beginning with the manuscript of “The Names,” written in the early eighties, he began consistently to type each paragraph over and over, often on its own page, so that within a draft a paragraph may appear a dozen times on a dozen sheets, as he works it to his satisfaction. (The...
