Last night, went to dinner at Landmarc at the Time-Warner Center with my wife, baby, and mother in law. A group of four adults at the next table eventually noticed the baby and found him adorable, of course. One woman in the group said she also had a four-month-old, but she left her at home. Then she said, “So you brought him out? With the swine flu and everything?” At the time I chuckled ruefully, but really, what the fuck was that? Sorry I’m such a shitty careless parent and all! And where was she from? Texas! She left her baby back in Texas, which is a mite closer to flu-infested Mexico than Columbus Circle, NYC. But if we did all have the swine flu, I’m pretty sure I gave it to that woman so she can take it back to her precious protected abandoned texas baby.
April 2009
Much like the NYmag piece on Gawker and the n+1 piece before it, the VF “story” is 90% recap in an attempt to make an insular story interesting to a wider audience. This predictably fails, as this story isn’t interesting anymore even to those who saw it happen and/or were directly involved. Throw in some labored connections (Megan Meier! oh yeah!) about the bad ol nets, use comment numbers as metrics of consciousness penetration (the new version of rattling off Google search hits, journalistically speaking), and close with your story basically falling off a cliff with no resolution, and you have the latest in the series of grandiose point-missing articles focused on Gawker Media and Nick Denton. Perhaps saddest of all is the Gawker post this morning on the subject, which is about the faintest possible condemnation of Denton’s behavior while still trying to seem righteous. Leaking the blowjob video was “beneath” him! How unseemly! (monocle pops out in dismay) He “secretly smeared” Emily Gould? What about “openly smeared”? That’s kinda the point of declaring her fair game, right?
All that aside, I’m ready to forgive everything about the VF story simply because of this line. “The Internet, for now, is made largely of words.” FOR NOW.
(via caro)
It’s like watching grass grow, except nothing but weeds are coming up.
No joke kids — read that wonderful thing and link it like bananas, but you’d best be clicking and clicking and clicking those Butterfinger ads like a tweaking buzzy motherfucker.
theawl.com: God meant for a blog to be written by a man and a man. And Sparks died so that Butterfinger BUZZ could live.
This @wholefoods Seaweed Salad is awful.
special honorable mention for capping “Seaweed Salad”
