Daily doses from me, Courtney P.-
- Type: Quote
- Date: November 15 2011
- Time: 04·49 PM
“The Internet is a new kind of barometer for keeping track of exactly how old you feel: how many things you don’t get, how many mini-Internet worlds you can’t find the door to; exactly how many crickets in the world you can no longer hear chirping. Unlike in generations past, when (I imagine) you just kept doing what you and your same-aged friends did, and aged into obscurity in comfort on a cloud of your own tastes and generational inclinations, until you died either thinking you all were still the coolest or not caring anymore about being cool, these days the Internet exists in part to introduce you to all these things you didn’t know about, but in part to remind you how much there is out there that you’ll never know about. The Internet is basically like being at a house party and trying to find the bathroom and opening up a door to a room where a bunch of kids are playing a game or doing a drug or having an orgy (metaphorically) or something and you get all flustered and say, ‘Oh, my God, I’m sorry!’ and they all look at you like, ‘You pervert,’ and you quickly slam the door shut. Everywhere you go on the Internet there are rooms you don’t understand, people playing games you don’t know the rules to, teenagers doing drugs you’ve never heard of and can’t even pronounce. And you just walk through the halls of this house party, aging in fast forward, until you open the one last door at the end of the hallway and it’s Death. Ha, ha.”Edith Zimmerman in today’s New York Times column Dealing With Your Own Cultural Irrelevance (at Age 28)
Nail. On. Head.
(via amomaly)
(Source: sarahspy)
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- Type: Video
- Date: January 14 2010
- Time: 04·39 PM
- Reblogged From: thedailywhat
- Notes: 124
Rathergood Stuff of the Day: Fact: The Internet is made of cats.
[rathergood.]
Dedicated to Jess.
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- Type: Quote
- Date: January 13 2010
- Time: 02·13 PM
“To many people, it doesn’t matter much who calls or what they want. What matters is that the call reflects our existence back upon us. They wanted us, and that is an emergency. Because we won’t feel truly wanted again until the next email, text or call. Our wants. Our needs. Our relentless Twitter stream of banal ramblings. We use our Facebook “fan pages” for the same purpose. Yes, we may have “friends” on Facebook, but some don’t feel truly valued until they have successfully harassed those friends 10 times daily into becoming acknowledged admirers.”
