
Full speed day. Already processed a design deck and added a new whiteboard to the wall. Extremely offline.
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Full speed day. Already processed a design deck and added a new whiteboard to the wall. Extremely offline.
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note to my descendants: when confused future historians denote 2019 as The Year Of The Crime Goose i want you to tell them i called it
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I used to have a lot of Eliane Radigue on mp3, but I looked the other day and it all seems to have vanished somehow. Digital rot, right? So now I’m starting a collection rebuild on CD. Decided to start here. Hugely important composer.
(Same went for Pauline Oliveros, which repair is also now commenced.)
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Current breakfast shake: one scoop plant protein with BCAA, one pinch cinnamon, quarter-scoop of cacao powder, 250ml water. Alive, taking a thinking day. Email can wait.
Comments closedI’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.
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Offline today.
Comments closedWhat 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.)
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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.
It’s published by Top Shelf, so if you have a local comics store or a decent bookstore, they either stock it or can order it for you. Or there’s Amazon: (UK) (US)
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