Perhaps the recently erected Twitter glossary, designed to explain things like "retweet" and "favorite" to bewildered new users, is indeed helpful to someone (dads?). But to whatever extent it is a guide to what Twitter is, it's also a glass-and-steel-condo-like monument to what the Internet was, when some words meant other things, like "favorite," which was (n) a thing you liked more than any other thing, not (n) a hollow unit of social currency or (v) a thing that one does to remind another human that his or her life has some value to you that is greater than absolutely nothing.
Let's look at how some other [...]
The Internet has more symbolic birthdays than, I dunno, something else with a lot of symbolic birthdays, but if today's anniversary of the first request for comments has in fact prompted him to look back on his 45 years, he is probably mired in a deep existential crisis as he reflects on how far short he has fallen [...]
In 2012, in a rare moment of actual confidence, I mailed an envelope of cartoons to famous New Yorker cartoon editor Robert Mankoff (who, for the short number of weeks surrounding this event, I referred to, in my head, as Bob). I never heard back. Which, I mean, was not a surprise. I’d been doing a lot of drawing, almost entirely for the Internet, and almost entirely for free. The Internet can be a tricky thing; sometimes it feels like there are countless outlets and platforms for creative people, and other times, it all just feels a little pointless. Content is disposable, and whether or not you contribute to it, [...]
"I think people are confused and don’t know what they really want on the Internet. The Internet was once a place we went to for specific questions (and of course it still is thought of and used in that way), but more and more, its use takes on the quality of television: tune in, then tune out. They’ve always said the Internet was supposed to supplant television."
"From his first appearance on the balcony in St Peter's Square to donning a fireman's helmet in front of adoring crowds, here are The Telegraph's top five Pope Francis video moments in his first year as pontiff," is today's sentence that makes you realize how the future really is now.
Walk down Broadway, past Canal, past banks and furniture stores, Mr. Fashion and sneaker shops and condos, old then new, brick then steel, until the buildings grow taller and begin to take up entire blocks. Turn right at the unopened Pret, across from the McDonald’s, down Thomas Street, a one-way single-lane. Look up. You can’t miss it: A monolith, brutalist, granite armored, its skeleton colossal slats of moulded concrete. It is said to feature the largest blank facade in the world. The building’s six turrets contain air ducts, a whole mess of ventilation for whatever is inside. Whatever is inside—that’s the question.
There are no windows, there are barely [...]
We are living in a golden age for breathless hyperbole. It is the default mode of online headlines.
— Nathan Rabin (@nathanrabin) February 24, 2014
This man is probably not wrong but I wish he were a little more insistent in his argument. I want so much certainty and conviction that I don't even have to think about whether or not the contention is correct.