instagram is horrific. I'd occasionally check it on my browser but I just tried the app and it's grotesque. every other post is an ad. reels are untouchable. instant cognitive damage.
David Foster Wallace on the internet, way back in 1996.
"Like at a certain point we're gonna have to build up some machinery, inside our guts, to help us deal with this.
Because the technology is just gonna get better and better and better and better. And it’s gonna get easier and easier, and more and more convenient, and more and more pleasurable, to be alone with images on a screen, given to us by people who do not love us but want our money.
Which is all right. In low doses, right? but if that’s the basic main staple of your diet, you’re gonna die. In a meaningful way, you’re going to die."
thinking about how Sufjan can make beautiful music that he disavows, the voyeurism of being moved by music about someone else's grief, and that the lack of resolution finds itself geographically situated, lovingly, in the American West https://t.co/2agSs0Tig8
I don't think it's good that about a third of the population appears to treat most interactions and tasks as an interruption of their default state of watching short form videos on their phones
in for the summer: linen shirts, Wish You Were Here (1975), headbands, not getting a haircut, the smell of jasmine, using substack (again), uncommon grains (sorghum, millet, etc.)
It's going to feel pretty quaint in a few years that we were ever given the option to opt out. Still, checking the box probably gets your resume trashed instantly since it makes an HR department do more than the bare minimum.