While Seated [010]
20160523 — There’s a wide confluence between two recent documentaries that are very much worth your time. You know when someone says, “I saw this great documentary about ___” and you think, “yeah yeah sounds good” but you know you’ll never see it?
Michael Moore’s “Where to Invade Next” is a potent idea bomb. It’s not easy being a Moore fan, but his new movie is the kind of film I’ve always wanted to see — a global harvesting of best practices that the US either developed, abandoned, adopted, rejected, or steadfastly ignored.
And Katie Couric’s “Under the Gun” is phenomenal. Both of these aren’t setting new bars for the highest expression of documentary art. But both are powerful examples of (well-sourced and presented) activist arguments. Clearly stated, positive & strong, each might open an eye or two.
And any time you listen to Gabby Giffords talk about anything, it’s time well spent.
20160522 — Loving both the seriousness and irony of the fact that the kettle sour / barrel sour segregation movement has begun.
I could say more here about what the music above means and doesn’t mean, but it would be as convoluted as trying to prove that The Grateful Dead was the greatest punk band of all time.
They were.
I just haven’t taken the time to prove it yet.
20160518 — It’s weird that the public perception of Werner Herzog is that he made Grizzly Man. Odd to have that at the top of his resume, considering his ouvre.
(Ouvre.)
“Ford noted that there is a privilege to who gets to be private — art collectors don’t have to tweet but it’s sort of a requirement that freelance artists and tech company employees do.” — [motherboard]
20160518 — Facebook owns Instagram, but isn’t smart enough to know whether or not your Facebook page has a corresponding account, so instead they serve an ad (for Instagram ads) asking a question they could programmatically answer on their own.
There are not enough dots to create a large enough pause between what’s above and what’s below.
20160513 — Facebook knows and remembers what you type into a text field, even if you delete the text and don’t make the post, which means Facebook knows about the dead kitten in my driveway that I had to navigate around this afternoon while unloading an infant, a four-year old, and a dog. Good times.
