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twitter is dying slowly of a fatal disease….SAD! well i think we should put tik tok in a saw trap
Is there anything sadder than the little chunk of Kikis Delivery Service when Kiki says "I used to really like flying before it was my job" and then gets so burned out that her magic stops working and she cant talk to Jiji anymore and she tries so hard to FORCE the magic that she breaks her mothers broom and stays up all night, alone, trying to make a new one and crying?
And I know it is all ok in the end- Kiki has friends who look out for her and she takes care of herself and finds her place.
But fuck, those 20 minutes just hurt my heart so much.
Now where can I tweet about twitter being down 😭😭😭😂
Y'ALL IT GOT WORSE
Y'ALL
hey staff? staff? let us buy someone ELSE a verification. let me inflict that on a person.
Yes to this but if we’re doing that we also need this at the same time
it's all falling down now
Hard to believe that we’re living in a situation where it’s extremely plausible that tumblr outlasts twitter
"I returned, and saw under the sun, that the race is not to the swift, not the battle to the strong, neither yet bread to the wise, nor yet riches to men of understanding, nor yet favour to men of skill; but time and chance happeneth to them all."
Who is the second user quoting?
Do you think Tumblr will outlive Twitter? What other sites do you think Tumblr will outlive?
SOCIAL MEDIA SITUATION: Where do you think most of the twitter users will go after Twitter shuts down? Please write a 5 paragraph essay with cited sources.
Not on my fucking posts you don’t
if twitter actually does collapse completely ill be extremely sad about how much art and history is being devoured by it, but at the moment I'm kind of just in awe of the grim spectacle of elon musk getting shoved down the stairs by the people he tried to bully (albeit less literally this time)
here's your reminder to shill your artist friends really hard right now. tumblr not having a discoverability algorithm makes it difficult to reach a wide audience on here
This might be the big one, y'all
Can't believe twitter actually went down lol
“No, I have no secrets. I used to, a long time ago, but I’ve found that when you keep secrets, your secrets keep you. It’s really dangerous unless you find the right person to confide in. I do believe, however, in making secret wishes that only you know about, that are only between you and the universe.”
— Lana Del Rey
target audience reached
playing spot the newcomer is easy because they’re the mfs who censor everything
“unalive” “k!ll” you can be free here. loosen up
i dont know how to break this to you but saying the word kill will not influence that
I've got another wild surprise for you about how Tumblr works.
I'm so glad to see @firefox-official can be trusted, thanks to those important blue internet checkmarks
“or they care about follower count”
yeah exactly that’s how you can spot a newcomer. natives already know it means nothing here and if you bring it up or care about it at all you will be bullied and rightfully so.
oh to have a girlfriend to nap with after a rough day
What happens when the world’s knowledge is held in a quasi-public square owned by a private company that could soon go out of business?
Jesus, I hadn’t even thought of this, but of course.
This is something that historians have been warning about for a couple of decades. How much of our history was not just on Twitter, but on MySpace, on blogs and web sites that came down after a few years, on e-mail, on texts. None of that leaves a record. Once the file is deleted, the server shut down and scrapped, the backup disks decay into being unreadable junk, that history is gone.
Does anyone remember when Obama and Clinton each held town hall campaign events on MySpace? Good luck finding anything about those now other than some news articles that say they happened. How many business zoom calls have formal meeting minutes taken? We are not saving histories. We aren’t even writing letters. I’m as guilty as anyone. My art is online and kept in the cloud. I make my Christmas Card every year, but I haven’t printed and mailed one in over a decade. It’s all sent electronically. Meaning that a generation from now no one will remember.
So the problem is bigger than Twitter. We are now a couple of decades into an age that will not leave any detailed historical record.
That is not good.
In pseudo and acadamic circles this has routinely been called the ‘digital dark age’, I even wrote on the subject a few years ago but can’t find that article right now. [There is even a Wikipedia article on the concept] (https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Digital_dark_age#:~:text=The%20digital%20dark%20age%20is,technologies%20evolve%20and%20data%20decay).
It’s thought this might just be a black spot of knowledge, there are organizations working to stop this — archival websites primarily, but these are not able to penetrate all these corporate gated gardens, where paywalls, sign up walls, and more block access to. There is an ongoing campaign by megacorps to shutdown as many archival sites as possible.
This coupled with the fallibility of hard drives, CDs (make sure to back them up! They only have a 20-30 year lifetime!), and more and there is a chance that even though there is more information than ever before, more primary and secondary sources than ever, we may become just a strange blank spot in societal and cultural history. Digital decay is a terrifying concept that we are already beginning to live through.
@xkcd-for-that
I would go so far as to say that this could have been part of his plan the entire time. Billionaires are not our friends, and they do everything they can to keep the masses uneducated, disconnected, powerless. They’ve always hated twitter and other websites for thwarting those efforts.
The problem is much deeper than just the downfall of one social network or the deletion of a server with information. The sad truth is that we haven’t been making records to last us for quite some time. If you know the script and the language, you can read hundreds of years old books or even thousands of years old clay tablets. However, the interpretation of most of the records we create today is entirely dependent on the functionality of the medium on which they are stored and our ability to use that medium.
Full screen file explorer is wrong...it should always be a little window I think
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Frankly speaking, Jiwon could walk home and it would take roughly the same amount of time needed for the 725 school bus to reach his stop. From there, Jiwon still needed to walk for another three to five minutes. It wasn’t like there were no other buses. In fact, there were a couple regular buses which took shorter routes to where Jiwon lived. Students were equipped with student bus passes, therefore money was never an issue for taking a regular bus.
DK questioned Jiwon’s choices towards the 725. In the morning, the 725 would go straight to their school as other school buses would. In contrast, the afternoon 725 route could be considered a detour since they would drive to the city, picking kids from another school, before turning back to Jiwon’s school’s direction. Living in the same neighborhood with Jiwon, DK only took the 725 when: 1.) he was late in the morning, since the bus reached their stop at 8.30, while other buses would come at 8.15 or earlier; and 2.) when there was nothing to do at school in the afternoon and he didn’t want to sit around at school waiting for later buses since the 725 would take off at 15.10. For similar reasons to DK’s, not many people chose to take the 725 on a daily basis. That excluding Jiwon, of course.
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June looked out the window as the bus was making its way downtown. Having moved from the city hustle, the suburbs seemed so empty and lonely. Tall buildings were a rare sight. The school he’d just moved into was considerably small compared to his old school. There were more parks than shops on his way home. He could see almost as far as the horizon. The sun seemed to be able to touch almost every part of the road. No buildings were taller than the trees on the sidewalk. June could throw his sight as far away as possible, yet, there was nothing to see besides roads and houses. It wasn’t exactly empty, but it felt like a wasteland for June.
The closer to the city center, the number of tall buildings grew as did the houses and the-well, people. If the houses near the school were mostly one to two story houses with wide lawn, the houses near the city center were denser and taller. The bus stopped at a junction. Up ahead, he could see where the city center would be. Tall buildings, dense trees, city lights, people walking on an afternoon stroll, people cycling on the cycling track, people. It was to June’s disappointment that the bus turned right. He wished he wasn’t living in such a lonely place.
June remembered Yunhyeong telling him that there was nothing he could do in this small town. Yet he never imagined that it would throw him to a place that felt so big and empty. The bus drove past a stadium. The stadium stood tall with its blue-red colour. It was huge but, yet again, emitted those lonesome feelings.
After a few turns, the bus stopped in front of a highschool. June looked out the window. He saw a number of people rushing into the bus, with a teacher yelling at them to be careful.
June heard a grumble from behind. He turned to the window, angling his sight so that the window reflected the face behind him. Bobby, June remembered the name. Something so unfitting to his tired face, he thought. Bobby was putting his earphones on. The kids who just boarded the bus were talking loudly to each other. June proceeded to do the same thing Bobby did, and started playing music from his phone to block the noise.
“Hey!”
June looked up, a seemingly older student stood in the aisle next to where he was sitting. He was startled that someone might know him in this place. To his relief-or is it disappointment?- This person was apparently referring to the person behind him.
“Yo,” Bobby answered. June didn’t dare look, but he knew Bobby took an earphone out. The two talked behind him, and June wasn’t planning on listening.
The 725 closed its door with a loud “pssh” sound. June peeked at his phone, it was 3.40 PM. June remembered how Yunhyeong said he was dumb for taking that bus. He sighed. June leaned his head on the window, closing his eyes.
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“Hey”
June felt a tug on his shirt.
“hmmm….” another minute, he thought.
“Hey”
Again, a tug. He shook it off.
“hmmm…”
“HEY!”
June opened his eyes, startled. He saw Bobby’s face next to his.
“Where do you get off?” He asked.
June blinked a few times, not getting the question, trying to regain consciousness after his sleep.
“Where do you get off? We’re the last ones here.” Bobby repeated.
June looked around. It really was the two of them and the driver. He scanned through the neighborhood. Something seemed familiar, but he reckoned it was still two stops before his.
“Not yet,” he finally said.
“Okay, well, it would be troublesome if you missed your stop,” Bobby stood up.
“Let’s sit up front, it will be easier for you to see, everyone is already gone anyway.”
The two made their way up to the front of the bus. At the front, June watched the bus pass the stop before his and stood up to press the stop button.
But someone beat him to it.
“Beep.”
June looked up, Bobby already pressed the button.
“Ah, thanks,” he said.
Bobby raised an eyebrow.
“What do you mean? I get off here.”
The bus hit the break, much to June being speechless for countless times today. The door opened. Still lost, June said thanks to the driver and followed Bobby out.
“So you live here.”
They stood before each other. The bus drove past the two as they looked at each other for a second. June couldn’t find anything to say and Bobby wasn’t planning on sticking around to find out.
“Well, stop dozing off,” Bobby said, turning around and walking away.
“See ya.”
He waved his hand above his head as he walked further away from the bus stop. June shook his head, still not processing everything that happened when his phone suddently rang.
It was Yunhyeong’s text.
“Chicken is here!” it said.
June put his phone in his pocket and rushed home.