I’m still mostly offline, today, but I had to stop and share this immense piece from a forthcoming record that is, tragically for me, going to be digital-only. But I’m going to buy it anyway. It’s the sound of an alien ceremony inside a vast cave-like hall that’s floating in space. Lovely.
What would Twitter look like if everyone had private accounts?
The only entities broadcasting and engaging in the open would be public services and institutions, companies and corporations, politicians and “celebrities,” news and arts. You can add your own notions to that list.
I mean, obviously it’s absurd and impossible and even as a fleeting amusement of an idea it has fifty things wrong with it.
But it does amuse me. I mean, if you want to call it social media, not every social occasion is a street party that all-comers can shamble into. You invite people to parties. (I presume.) You invite people inside your house. There is no contract that demands your participation in a free service to include allowing every bastard to crawl in through the windows.
What if everyone went private, curated their own read of the public feeds for and with their friends and, to summon a phrase, the people, corporates, collectives, and bots they currently favour. It’s a fun thought for me.
This stupid brainworm brought to you by a writer whose Twitter phone app only opens to the list of his local services that he curated.
(If you’re new here, the category “jotter” is really just for half-formed thoughts I want to type up so I can see how dumb they are. Sorry.)
Owen D Pomery’s excellent graphic novel BRITISH ICE is out, and my copy just arrived. I provided a blurb for the flaps, which goes like this:
“An affecting, lonely and ruthless novel of cold capitalism, the sicknesses of patriotism, and one man with the grip of history on the shoulder trying to thread an entire country through the needle of a moral compass.”
UK Comics Laureate Hannah Berry FRSL liked it too.
These are all turned around because I don’t want anyone to see the titles written on the fronts.
I started trying something new over the winter break, inspired by Jeff Lemire’s notebooking practise.
The brown one on the far right is a development notebook for a suite of ideas I want to locate and isolate. If it turns out that one of the ideas in that notebook looks like it has enough juice and heft to go somewhere, it gets broken out into its own notebook for further development.
For many many years, all my heavy development work has gone straight into txt files on the computer. Composing directly into the machine. Last autumn, I figured it was time to start challenging that practise. I’ve obviously been comfortable with my process for over a decade, if not longer. At some point I wondered if that comfort was an obstruction to getting to new places. So I decided to introduce some new friction into the method to see what happens. It’s always worth running tests on the way you work.
These insane devices surfaced by UT Design on IG.
It’s a Peter Thiel-funded company called Clearview AI, and its service matches faces from images you upload with those in its database of some three billion photos. These pictures have been scraped from ‘millions’ of websites, including Facebook, YouTube, and Venmo. In addition to having a massive database, Clearview AI also boasts the ability to match faces even when you upload imperfect pictures, i.e. taken at odd angles or from a height, like from a surveillance camera.
The tool is said to be able to match faces correctly about 75 percent of the time, and it’s already helped nab criminals. What’s worrying is that it hasn’t been tested for accuracy by any independent party before it’s been made available to police forces…
Jay Springett does a deep dive on his extremely fine tuned bullet journal practise. I don’t bullet-journal and this rich process is still interesting to me.
I have an iPad 2 that sits in a stand on my office desk. It doesn’t go anywhere any more. It’s old and thrashed out, permanently plugged into power, jacked into the desktop speakers and good for very little. It is, essentially, a clever office radio.
It runs nothing but TuneIn Radio, SomaFM, my podcast app Downcast (which syncs with Downcast on my phone), and, in theory Bloomberg Radio+ and Monocle 24. Though I haven’t tried those two in a while.
The iPad is so old that it won’t run BBC Sounds. This is a sadness to me, but TuneIn, Soma and Downcast gives me more than enough.
Given that I probably picked this thing up in the summer of 2011 and that it was sunsetted by Apple in 2014, I feel pretty good about it still being useful in 2020. I mean, they don’t even make the stand it’s in any more (a “Ekit Universal Tablet Stand 9+10 Inch Compatible” which I picked up in 2013).
Devices that degrade into a limited set of functions can be interesting. I mean, I don’t think the machine could even handle typing in an email these days. All the fancy high-end stuff and the cruft have fallen away, leaving a very specific set of uses that still operate very well. I’ve used touchscreen radios, and this is better.
I could do this with an old phone working off wifi, too. And I probably will, once this old iPad next to me finally joins all the other radios I have loved, from the massive radiogram chest to the two-deck cassette AM/FM machine I used to record John Peel and Annie Nightingale on, back in the dark ages…
One of my smaller whiteboards is headed “PENDING” and it’s filling up fast. Part of my job now is to ask people questions, track materials, keep tabs on deals and processes, and other organisational shit that I am historically Very Bad At. Hence the PENDING board. Write everything down on something that’s going to be in front of you all the damn time. I dearly wish there was something like the old iOS Panic Status Board (which I still run on my ancient iPad 2 in the office) that was Windows-based or web browser accessible so I could throw it up on the external monitor.
I remember being fascinated by the hacks on old Kindles that turned them into glanceable ambient information radiators. (example) They were mostly way too hard to implement but wonderful ideas nonetheless. It’s impossible to get the Echo Spot to display anything useful. Everything went backwards. So now I scrawl on whiteboards and scribble in notebooks and mark up a paper calendar.
(Kanban boards wotk for people I know, but they send me blind.)
My whole setup is extremely primitive.
That’s right. Binder clips, a calendar printed off from the web, adhesive hooks. Nothing in here is fancy. Just find what gets the job done. You can fiddle about and make it pretty later if you want to. Function first, detail later. I can look up over the top of the monitor and see everything that’s on deck, and the time-sensitive stuff is in Google Calendar. (By “time sensitive” I mean things like “definitely start X today” or “you need to call X at 5pm on Monday.”)
I know someone who was working in a small space and did this with post-it notes on the wall next to their laptop. It doesn’t take much. Just having the idea and implementing it in minimum viable form.
I should be working on this script today, and will probably put in a couple of hours on it later, but I woke up with another idea in my head, so I may just switch off and lean back with a notebook in a bit. Inbox 15, but I believe it’s a public holiday in the US today, so the water shouldn’t get much higher.
Although.. while I was sitting outside with coffee, I made a note to self to explore the latter part of Peter Greenaway’s output, having last night unearthed my copy of BEING NAKED PLAYING DEAD, the book about his early and mid-period work (UK) (US), and what do I find, clicking around, but a new Peter Greenaway film.
So possibly I’ll lose more time to clicking around today.
Pushing three o’clock and I still haven’t done much of anything. If I can clear my head for a couple of hours I should be able to lay in the spine of this issue of BATMAN’S GRAVE in front of me, an episode which is currently resisting everything except detail and dialogue.
Listening to the new Gaetir The Mountainkeeper, inbox holding at 11. Sometime this evening I will grab a notebook and start reconfiguring the newsletter.