Soundchicken with the iLLs (Taken with Instagram at Denison University)
One last errand before moving out of NYC. (Taken with Instagram at Kimmel Center NYU)
Start your morning with THIS.
I closed the iLL-Literacy blog today.
Just deleted a couple lines of code. A feed I’ve been running since ‘06, when I was a snot-nosed Oaklander experimenting with Blogger. There was a time when this site took up 3 hours daily. I cut it out before I brushed my teeth this morning.
In the strange nuanced corner of the internet sphere where i’ve been doing my reading lately, there’s been a lot of talk about death. Cyber-death. Where Facebook profiles go when the logger doesn’t come home one day. When lives expire before the credit cards that pay for their domains. When passwords can’t be retrieved.
A little over a year ago I decided that I didn’t want to be a blogger anymore. I didn’t want to have to devote a minimum of 1/24ths of my day to retelling the rest of my day, and the rest of the 23/24ths of my day feeling like it was only worth living if I blogged about it. I shut down.
These days, I can’t tell if it matters.
What’s a million views? What’s a comment? When did Like become a noun? When I stopped blogging about iLL-Literacy, so many people came up to me assuming we were done. In the world of the Cloud, that which hath not been uploaded hath not existed. Memories only get remembered on Youtube. All bands keep blogs.
I’m moving out of New York in a week and although I’ve been ridiculously busy I’ve filled my free time with contemplation over the state I shall be in when I exit. Looking into the mirror today, the circles around my eyes seemed darker. A salesman at the store mistook me for some balding Asian dude he helped earlier. I am nowhere near a bad place in my life but I feel displaced as ever. I’ll be homeless in a week. I’ll be in Austria as well. It’s cool, and it’s fucked up too. It’s fucked up, and it’s cool too.
It’s been awhile since I’ve blogged and it’s been even longer since I’ve been candid – since I’ve pushed send without rereading. The internet used to feel like it meant so much. Who cares about who cares anymore? The truth is, lately I’ve had plenty of epiphanies about interesting things to write about while in the shower, only to override them as ridiculous before I’ve finished drying off.
There’s a certain rawness I’m looking for that I can’t find in this overcooked city. Goodby NYCE.
Remixing Slip of the Tongue multimedia stylee tonite at @ACPAConvention in Louisville! @ACPA_MRN (Taken with Instagram at Galt House Hotel)
Taken with Instagram at Muhammad Ali Center
The fact that this guy is growing tea solely using panda shit as a fertilizer isn’t all that weird. It certainly sounds cleaner than the ozone-melting medicated cow defecation we use to plumpen our Jamba Juices.
But the panda outfit is just plain silly.
On my way to DC to speak in this tonight:
Moderated by Simon Isaacs
The media portrayal of George [Zimmerman] as a racist could not be further from the truth. He would be the last to discriminate for any reason whatsoever.
– Father of George Zimmerman. Zimmerman shot and killed Trayvon Martin – an unarmed black 17-year-old – on the basis that he looked suspicious.
This is infuriating. Why is it that every time someone does something extremely racist, there’s someone to comment that the possibility of racism is the furthest thing from the truth. The furthest? Really?? Like, THE furthest. Further from the truth than, like, the existence of griffins. You’re saying that it’s more likely that at 3am on Wednesdays butterflies wear monocles and conduct readings of The Great Gatsby than it is that your son – who weighs twice as much as his victim, who followed his victim in a car, wrestled his victim down, and then shot his victim in the chest…all because he was “walking around, looking about” – is a racist.
Usually, my beef is with society’s lack of imagination. In this case, the problem is clearly a lack of reality. ARREST HIM.
R.I.P.
Racism is Perpetual
