20160426 — The primary reason to keep rolling here is because ‘you make the things that you want to see in the world’, right? Isn’t that how it’s done?
What are you not seeing in this (internet) world that you want to see?
Is your perspective accurately represented by the tools you’ve chosen or has your perspective and the tools you use to reflect yourself been chosen for you?
Why does everything on fill-in-your-timeline-newsface-gram look the same?
When and if you the find answers; make them breathe.
“this is the equivalent of ‘all the little coffee shops in that charming town are gone?’ And there’s like two Starbucks and a Dunkin’ Donuts.”
20160425 — These domains are already taken:
This domain is not: hillandelizabeth.com
20160424 — How many times in the last month have you scrolled back in your Facebook posts in a meaningful way? Did you find what you were looking for; were you surprised?
If you haven’t scrolled back, do you have a reason why your posts are on there, other than the fact that it’s easy, and that’s where the audience is? Why not delete them? Why post them to begin with?
If you’re not keeping track of yourself, why would you want someone else to do it for you, in their way, with their ads?
If there’s an art to blogging, what would the art of blogging look like?
Podcast Mispronounciations — I’ve heard “codifying” (in a music discussion about Prince — CODE-if-eyeing) and “debauchery” (in an interview with Dan Auerbach — de-BOCK-ery) mispronounced in the last 24hrs. Codify was mispronounced five separate times.
20160421 — If you read the Erykah Badu profile in the new New Yorker and wondered if it had positively influenced how many people were currently listening to her music, the answer is…. nope. [copy/paste]
20160419 — For better or worse, there’s always been a heavy puritanical strain in the photography community:
- “I only take instagram photos with my phone”
- “I don’t post-process at all — everything’s ‘in-camera’”
- “I don’t crop images, every photo is full-frame”
…and on and on…
If you’re beginning to think about screenshots as a kind of photography (I am, and I’m late to this) you could apply that same “in-camera” or photo-purity to yer screenshot-taking efforts.
I love the idea of the gamification of screenshots (like the Headless Caddy from last update) and especially this new notification to my unphotographable instagram account, during the beginning of a Herzog film dealing with blindness.
You just can’t make this stuff up.
20160418 — We’re fortunate to live in a part of Atlanta not directly under flight plans into and out of Hartsfield-Jackson, the world’s busiest airport, but in the last two days I’ve had two experiences that made me realize the kind of shadow cast by a passing plane might have some actual correlation with predator/fight-or-flight (pun NOT intended) response in the brain.
Either that, or I’ve been drinking too much coffee.
Just a second ago, the sun was quickly blotted out by some high-flying plane, and I noticed my brain did a quick shudder — not enough to make me duck or tense-up, but there was a noticeable reaction. And the same thing happened yesterday on the front porch with the kids. We immediately looked skyward to see what was up.
20160416 — Came across the screen-grab above while making a supercut of Kobe’s last game. I’ve seen these moments before, where crossfades from telecasts offer something unique and often scary, like this, where Flea’s ear merges with Kobe’s nose into something not wholly human.
I tuned-in to the Kobeshow last week, just to see the hub-bub, and quickly clicked over to Steph Curry and the Warriors after Kobe started the game 0–5 from the floor, further cementing my 20-year long impression that Bryant was good because he was a ball-hog, and if you shoot enough, you’ll eventually make enough baskets to leave an impression.
He always seemed quintessentially Los Angeles to me; all surface and soullessness. The beauty in his style of play was cloned-stamped from Jordan, and as such, I never really felt I knew who Kobe was. Maybe Kobe felt the same way. His stardom felt so propped-up and manufactured, like a cold soundstage with underwhelming craft services.