From this Intelligent Life article:
“Editors with an eye for such things, what Zuckerman calls “curators”, are being superseded by “friends”—people like you, who probably already share your interests and world view—delivered by Facebook. Twitter is better at leading us to the interests of people beyond our social circle, but our tendency to associate with others who think in similar ways—what sociologists call our “value homophily”—means most of us end up with a feed that feels like an extended dinner party.
To be continued but something about Facebook as a public thing to me, the fleeting nature of Twitter, slower pace of blogs/seemingly more permanent, longer analysis, using FB and Twitter in different ways while sharing similar things and where I think my blog fits in.
<-- That should not make sense to anyone. I will revisit.
Read this piece on “public thinking.”
What is that style? It’s a delicate balance. The writers give you a glimpse into their thought processes — “they both conjure a sense that the piece is almost being written as you read it. It feels like they’re just a graf or two ahead, and if you picked up the pace, you could catch them— overtake their blinking cursors. It feels slightly chaotic and totally thrilling.” Yet, Robin points out, they don’t give away too much. They’re thinking out loud, but also privately; they’re using the public part to help catalyze their internal sense-making processes. Or as Robin sums it up in a lovely koan: “Work in public. Reveal nothing.”
A quick post:
“It is an occupational hazard of being a writer to be appalled by the prose style you deployed in your youth.” via NYTimes
And this: Worst College Essays 1989, via The New Yorker.
Note to self to write about risks/diversity/Black Swan (a la Nassim Taleb, not Natalie Portman), irrationality/confidence, rationality/emotions with Tenhouten & semiotics/design with Huhtamo.
Whether in a crowded 19th-century French arcade, or an Internet café in Beijing, or a subway car, or home, existing in modern social space is being engaged in the weird, counterintuitive practice of having a private life in public because it is so difficult to have a private life in private. Modern cities promised an alternative to the social loneliness of rural life, promised to make people less isolated from each other. Cities — along with their products and technologies — would bring small communities of families together, out of the countryside and into the marketplace. Communities would become societies.
Human(s) curating content is back! Anyway, I think a good way to restart is to showcase what some of my friends are doing because nothing’s a better motivator than your friends being way cooler than you:
Nicole is currently interning at The New Republic (in DC! With me!), doing all sorts of neat things. Follow her here: nicolenguyen.com and twitter.com/itsnicolenguyen.
Hayes just started his new blog, At Water’s Edge, on foreign affairs and domestic policies/politics, with IR theory in the mix. But really, it’s an elaboration of his tweets, which are also fantastic. Also, he writes headlines like these: “Venezuela is basically the Lady Gaga of the United Nations” and “Syria Business: Syria’s FM Blames Everyone but Al-Assad for Syria’s Problems.”
Alex, my DC boyfriend, is always feeding me delicious Spats and pieces on NYTimes trend stories and Jon Hamm on The Atlantic Wire. Follow him online unless you’re lucky enough to have weekly date nights with him at MeiWah.
Seth just drove cross country from LA to Manchester, New Hampshire because well, Southern New Hampshire University was smart enough to woo him away from UCLA to work on their digital marketing. Follow him on Twitter, or his casually updated blog on media.
Andrew Roush is teasing with a relaunch of Reply Magazine and I have no idea when that’ll happen, so in the meantime, follow his angsty tweets about Thomas Friedman. He’s best during GOP debates though.
To be continued.
Is it a low point or a high point when you begin to quote yourself? I am thinking the former… yes, most likely former. Double gah (but one space!).
As I’m sitting here working, I keep referencing the CSPA Stylebook for things like “5 a.m.” and “I before E, but neither leisured foreign sovereign seized the heifer on the weird heights”. Digression at its finest, my question is do we put one or two spaces after a sentence? After a bit of research, here is a very simplified explanation: I am going to continue to use one space because typographists have preplanned the width of the whitespace to accomodate the period. Unless you are using a typewriter or the monospaced or fixed-width fonts like Courier, I’d put two. Is it really worth it to put two spaces to improve readiability despite designers’ efforts to make a good type font with preplanned kearning already? Using two spaces is an extra wasted keystroke where a single space serves its function nicely. Double spaces are typically removed for typesetting prior to print publication and who needs more white space anyway? There is no reason that sentence-ending punctuation should follow any different rules from clause-ending punctuation. Capitalization of the first letter neatly signals the end of one structure and the next, so no other typography is needed. Finally, on the World Wide Web, double spaces get truncated into a single space unless you put a non-breaking space “ ”; however, some browsers even join those concurrent spaces into a single space! Looks like I am going to take a Typography class..
Tie it to a goal. —Albert Einstein
I’ve always preferred the nostalgia and festivities of Autumn, but there’s something about Winter. January encourages change, or the beginnings of something wonderful, to be delivered by Spring. My Father passed away in the Winter, about six years ago now. I think I’m a deceptively private person, I don’t talk about him much, or at all, except in a particular context. (Thank you to my friends who have been gracious enough to listen to me and join me as I continue to discover more about who he was before he was sick.) My Dad passed away due to chronic Pancreatitis & Pancreatic cancer in February of 2005, shortly before my 16th birthday. I, as those friends might know, have quite a terrible memory so I spend an inordinate amount of time chronicling my thoughts and activities — I think one of my greatest fears is to forget or not be able to recall the things, experiences and people who have shaped me.
Most of my memory of my Dad was when he was ill, or recovering from chronic pain. Before the feeding tubes, the calls to 911, or the constant looking out the windows during my middle school classes wondering if the ambulance that was passing was for him, I remember constant laughter & learning, and am trying to hold onto those memories of when he was well. He’d take me out to eat, to the park, and to meet his other “retired” friends at meetings to memorials. My favorite were our trips to the library or the ice skating rinks. In was during these times that he let me go, to explore and to trust myself, whether it was in book selection or just mere balance on ice.
Continue reading If you want to live a happy life…