Posts Tagged: Kudos
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You Are Probably Using 'Kudos' Wrong

"The real problem with kudos, however, isn’t grammatical. It’s socio-politico-cultural. Not to put too fine a point on it, but few of us are heroes, and little that gets done today deserves good old-fashioned ancient kudos. A pat on the back, a raised glass, a shout-out on social media maybe, but none of those are the real thing."

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Every Web Action Will Be a "Like" Soon

First came the advent of "I READ THIS" on Facebook: "Joe Schmo and 4 other friends recently read articles." Oh did you? That's neat. Sure: the age of automatically reported behavior began stodgily. A little sadly. And also, there was the rise of activity timelines: "Lady X commented on her own status"!

Now there's Svbtle, a blogging… platform? Maybe? But more likely a blogging network? It is currently in invite-only form, and was built by one Dustin Curtis to function as a digital scrapbook that allows him to store ideas that, at some point, become published posts. (The rest of us just use Gmail drafts for this. Or our [...]

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Drunk Bloggers Are the Best Bloggers

Fuckers I am so sick of reporting on incremental tech news for fucking two years now, so sick I’m pretty much considering reverting full-time to fashion coverage…. But yeah, The New York Times took a step towards the future this blasted Sunday night and all of us tech press are expected to cover it like lemmings. Fine. Sure. It’s a big deal, in a business that is slowly dying, to show an understanding of 21st century distribution mechanisms. Kudos NYT. You’re still worth less than Instagram. Hahahahhaha, lol (drink).

Honestly? I like the Internet a lot better when you're all just straight-up drunk-typing. Let's make a habit [...]

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AIDS Benefit Gets Terrible, (Delightfully) Mean Review

They say you mellow as you age. And yet, this is likely the single cattiest dispatch Bob Morris has yet filed for the Times in his many [redacted] years. "Nearby, under a gnarled old tree, a black granite gravestone for one of the host’s dogs had been littered with empty wineglasses. "