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@shitjustgotmeh
So the fact is that our experience of the world will increasingly come to reflect our experience of our computers and of the internet itself (not surprisingly, as it’ll be infused with both). Just as any user feels their computer to be a fairly unpredictable device full of programs they’ve never installed doing unknown things to which they’ve never agreed to benefit companies they’ve never heard of, inefficiently at best and actively malignant at worst (but how would you now?), cars, street lights, and even buildings will behave in the same vaguely suspicious way. Is your self-driving car deliberately slowing down to give priority to the higher-priced models? Is your green A/C really less efficient with a thermostat from a different company, or it’s just not trying as hard? And your tv is supposed to only use its camera to follow your gestural commands, but it’s a bit suspicious how it always offers Disney downloads when your children are sitting in front of it.
The price of the Internet of Things will be a vague dread of a malicious world (via new-aesthetic)
“I am what I save and protect.”
Margaret Atwood, describing Barry Lord's "Art and Energy":
What are the implications for the way we view both ourselves and the way we live? In brief: in the coal energy culture — a culture of workers and production — you are your job. “I am what I make.” In an oil and gas energy culture — a culture of consumption — you are your possessions. “I am what I buy.” But in a renewable energy culture, you are what you conserve. “I am what I save and protect.” We aren’t used to thinking like this, because we can’t see where the money will come from.But in a culture of renewables, money will not be the only measure of wealth. Well-being will factor as an economic positive, too.
From Matter's excellent It's Not Climate Change – It's Everything Change.
I love Adam, his work, and his team's work.
The most Harrison Ford-y answer ever.
oh my god i just realized the guy in the back is about to hang himself
Let’s get outta here
“People point at gerrymandering, money, special interests, hyperpartisanship—but that’s to mistake correlation for causation,” he says. “We are now more insular and more ignorant of the other guy’s thinking. There is greater mutual ignorance than a generation ago between people who live in close proximity. When there’s no habit of compromise, then the very idea of your Congressman reaching across the aisle is apostasy. The politicians in Washington who won’t do that are actually responding to their constituents’ wishes.”
Been there.
You just might not understand it yet. But it’s cool. Family is super cool. Going home to one girl every night is super cool. Just going home and getting on the floor and playing with your child is super cool. Not wearing a red leather jacket, and just looking like a dad and shit, is like super cool. Having someone that I can call Mom again. That shit is super cool.
Kanye West (via sirui)
I wish that we could talk about it But there, that's the problem With someone new I could have started Too late, for beginnings The little things that made me nervous Are gone, in a moment I miss the way we used to argue Locked, in your basement I wake up and the phone is ringing Surprised, as it's early And that should be the perfect warning That something's, a problem To tell the truth I saw it coming The way, you were breathing But nothing can prepare you for it The voice, on the other, end The worst is all the lovely weather I'm sad, it's not raining The coffee isn't even bitter Because, what's the difference? There's all the work that needs to be done It's late, for revision There's all the time and all the planning And songs, to be finished And it keeps coming And it keeps coming And it keeps coming Till the day it stops Till the day it stops Till the day it stops And it keeps coming And it keeps coming And it keeps coming And it keeps coming And it keeps coming And it keeps coming And it keeps coming Till the day it stops I wish that we could talk about it But there, that's the problem With someone new I could have started Too late, for beginnings You're smaller than my wife imagined Surprised, you were human There shouldn't be this ring of silence But what, are the options? When someone great is gone When someone great is gone When someone great is gone When someone great is gone When someone great is gone When someone great is gone When someone great is gone When someone great is gone We're saved, for the moment Saved, for the moment
"Someone Great" – LCD Soundsystem
'For my dearest darling, treasured, cherished Agatha whom I worship. With respect, adoration, admiration, kisses, gratitude, best wishes, and love from Z to A.'
The Grand Budapest Hotel (2014)
I’m less angered by public declarations of ignorance than I am dispirited by them. There’s a great, big world of art, culture, and entertainment to dig into, and there’s nothing to be gained from taking to Twitter to exclaim your conscious choice not to hear a song, watch a movie, or follow a professional sport. I understand that this type of thing is usually done as a humorous defense mechanism (because nobody likes to feel left out, particularly when social media is blowing up about the latest Game Of Thrones or a surprise Beyoncé album), but the joke’s not funny, and the subtext is a bummer. We’re denied so much, so often in this life—why keep yourself from something that might bring you joy and then go around bragging about it?
What’s your cultural dealbreaker?