May 16, 2013 § Leave a Comment
Last week Chris and I relocated from New York City to Spokane, and have spent the last few days slowly unpacking and eating as much fresh produce as possible. Moving is always stressful, but in this case the transition has been fairly painless, largely due to how glad we were to leave pee-smelling, crowded-ass New York. I don’t care what logistical hoops we might need to jump through; where we are is so much easier and so much prettier than where we were. I’m happy just to be here.
The best part of being back (my parents have lived in Spokane since 2007) is the trail behind our house, which for several miles runs parallel to the Spokane River — see above. The trail has been my Spokane running go-to for years, and this time around has significantly cut into my time on the internet. Not just because being on the trail means not being in front of a computer, although of course there’s that, but because being on the trail has impacted the way I think and feel about the internet.
Specifically, it makes me less patient with the dizzying turnover of inconsequential content that undergirds the click-based web economy. The things people are screaming at each other about today are seamlessly replaced with whatever thing they’ll be screaming at each other about tomorrow, which will promptly be forgotten once Gawker posts whatever snarky thing about the next socio-cultural indignity, for example the latest episode of HBO’s Girls. Everyone will start screaming again, and Twitter will light up with jokes that are both mean and not funny, and the whole process will almost immediately begin repeating itself. I’m tired of watching people scream at each other over nothing, and am tired of getting worked into a lather over things I know full well will be forgotten by the morning. I’m tired of impermanence, I guess you could say, which is why I like the trail and river so much.
Obviously, trails and rivers undergo constant change — rain and ice erodes the soil, animals burrow holes and croak in the underbrush, the leaves go from green to yellow to gone to green, and all that. But I can come back after a year and still know where to go for a run, still know where the poison oak grows, still know where to watch my step. Maybe I’m just getting old, maybe I’ve spent too much time online these last few years and have simply reached my limit. Whatever the reason(s), I have drawn a surprising amount of comfort from knowing what to expect, which has resulted in sudden and pointed disinterest in who’s mad at what on the internet. It’s possible that this feeling will pass (minds are strange machines), but it’s also possible that it won’t. Either way, I’ll be outside.
May 9, 2013 § Leave a Comment
Specifically, Chris’ thoughts, which you can read here. The tl;dr version being, just stop it you guys.
May 8, 2013 § 3 Comments
White people on the internet who think that a black guy automatically = comedy gold, close your Facebooks and go watch a rerun of How I Met Your Mother.
“Perhaps it’s time for the world’s meme artists to stop assuming that any black dude getting interviewed on local news about a crime he helped to foil can be reduced to some catch phrase or in-joke” Miles Klee writes over at Blackbook. “It’s just baffling that we’re trying to find a way to laugh about what is, in itself, a harrowing turn of events,” Klee adds.
May 8, 2013 § Leave a Comment
Tomorrow Chris and Nathan and I begin our journey to a place far far from here, most likely never to return. Internet for the next few days questionable, as we will be returning our cable box in the morning. Next stop, Pacific Standard Time! Also marriage. And so, New York City, I bid you farewell. You’re…ok.
There’s nothing else to say, really, so instead of trying, I will post someone else’s intellectual property. I like the idea of a couple of delinquent child freaks joining forces, tearing up an abandoned warehouse and forcing a sunset for no apparent reason. Seems appropriate, somehow.
May 6, 2013 § 2 Comments
This sort of thing –wherein some young lass writes an article on the internet lamenting how difficult it is to be an attractive female– makes me laugh so hard. I wrote a thing about this last year, in response to the incomparable Samantha Brick. God bless you, ye poor tragic beauties!
May 6, 2013 § Leave a Comment
Yes, I am a bit late on Donald Trump’s Fuckface-gate, but leave me alone — I was in Boston for 13 minutes on Friday (no really, I took a bus to MIT for a conference, stayed just for my panel on the “dark side” of spreadability then hopped back on the bus), rented a car and drove out to New Jersey on Saturday to make clandestine audio recordings of a western-themed amusement park with Chris and Nathan (long story), then spent yesterday catching up on grading and cleaning our apartment for the impending move. It’s not my fault that shit keeps happening even though I am not there to immediately intercept it (rude).
Anyway, I don’t know what I think is funnier, the fact that Jon Stewart thought to call Donald Trump “Fuckface von Clownstick,” or that said fuckface is essentially pulling the butthurt hipster card, suggesting in this Tweet that the “haters and losers” who call him Fuckface von Clownstick are lame because, like, everybody is doing it, you’re not even being original you guys!!! If everyone jumped off a bridge would you jump too??? STOP CALLING ME FUCKFACE I AM NOT A FUCKFACE WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN WAAAAAHHHH.
Needless to say I laughed. Happy Monday boys and girls!