The name the punch clock gives as I dial in my number. As always, I am late. Choosing writing, and smoking before work. I’d rather type in my underwear at 3:34 than put my contacts in and get ready to punch in at 4. I go when I arrive. That time might be near 5. … Continue reading Accepted with warning.
So I’ve been eying reporter's notebooks lately. They come in 4"x8" sheets and look so newsie. You flip them up and back. Page after page. Held in one hand as you scribble furiously with the other. Walking, talking, it is your useful aid. I like the look, but a problem unfolds. Where do I put … Continue reading Men wear jackets. Women wear purses.
COVID-19. I don't really want to talk about it. Enough to say it exists and is happening. But what this means, for the population; I really can not say. I am sure the social networks are storming. Reticent to even look. It's bad, I'm sure. Millions of voices, screaming. Here come the zombies We all … Continue reading #COVID19 — or a recipe to fight zombies
Riding an endorphin rush of new followers and likes on twitter. Every time the phone lights up I get a new bump. Am I writing, maybe. But a lot of it is under 240 characters. Is this the social media drug they warned us of? Is this why even the creators of twitter are known … Continue reading 4:17 A.M.
I went from five to thirty followers in one day. Posted using hashtags and at symbols. Joined a chorus of talking voices all hoping to be heard. If they follow, I follow too. We chase each other around, yelling into the crowd: notice me, like me, see me. Mundane observations become the fuel for the … Continue reading Making friends with strangers. Exploring social media on Twitter
Recently I got a password alert from Google. Someone had compromised one of my accounts. I found Huckberry.com and discovered I had created an account there. Why, when, I don’t know. It must have been a time of aspirational thinking if they can sell a work shirt for $128. Shoes. Denim. Coats. Everything is of … Continue reading Huckberry.com: The artifice of the working man.
If I were running a graphic department today I would have already switched them over to it. I am as certain with this as I was with Adobe CS3. Affinity is the future of graphic design. Adobe will diminish. With it Photoshop, Illustrator, InDesign. They subscribed themselves out of a customer. They innovated out of … Continue reading Affinity: What designers should be using
The now bi-weekly occurrence of me having to re verify my identity because windows had an update. An of coarse, the phone's downstairs on the charger. Apple hates Windows. They make you pay for icloud, and still dicking it to windows users. Works fine on mac or iphone. Unreliable on the rest. I use icloud … Continue reading Apple, please stop doing this
It figures Bell should call just after I smoked a joint. This being the 20th time the collector is calling, and a Friday so I'm at home to answer it, I answered. The joint was still smoking when the call came in. About halfway to the end, a fine roach beginning to form, ring ring … Continue reading When the collectors call
One of the more disheartening aspects of cancel culture is it is my generation that is doing it. We, the vanguards of internet connections, the children of the 80s, who grew up with Commodores and Apple II's, decided we should police speech. We agreed when twitter delisted. We shaked our fists to #metoo. We said … Continue reading Oh fuck, we’re burning books