4.09.2011

Things I Hate: Quitting



When I started it in 2007, this blog provided a cathartic place to wax nostalgic and vent my spleen. A home for stories about childhood, rants on thumb rings, that sort of thing.

When "social media" accelerated the pace and duration of my workday to light speed, my near-daily rants and raves ground to a halt.

I tried to resurrect this project's relevance and my attention to it last year, but new mediums for banal self-expression (Facebook) and quasi-informative journalism and editorializing (ChopCult) consume the majority of my time for typing.

Writing is a terribly vain pastime anyway, so the chance to step away from at least one bully pulpit is a good thing.

One thing I hope I've gleaned from the Facebook form is brevity. "Value" and "relevance?" Well, not so much. I reluctantly continue to embrace the tweet and blog and status update thanks to Hoot Suite, but that software has engaged my obsession with planning in a way that can't be good for the medium. Thanks to Hoot Suite's scheduling feature, most of my spontaneous updates are written days and sometimes weeks in advance.

"Just ate the best burrito ever!"

I pre-posted that jem last Thursday, and illustrated it with a photo I took at Jiliberto's last August.

Probably not what Zuckerberg had in mind.

My point? This is probably my last blog ever.

I have more I want to say, but how many more times can I expect my sliver of Facebook's 500 million citizens to listen?

Something tells me 24/7 connectivity has reached its zenith. I don't want to be here when it crashes back to earth.
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2.26.2011

Things I Hate: Text Slang

Since when does "deff" = "definitely," as in, "I deff gotta get sum Ken Block DC Spy colab sunglasses."

For that matter, when did "they" coin "colab" to replace "colaboration?"

Are we so busy we've got to write short messages in shorthand?

And if so, can we make a new rule that "cunt" = "country," as in, "I wouldn't wash my feet in that cunt. Too dirty."

Ttys, HWM
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2.19.2011

Wild About Oscar

Man is least himself when he talks in his own person. Give him a mask and he will tell you the truth.


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Testing, Testing...

This is a test of the Blogger plus app. If it works, you are reading a blog I posted from my iPhone, probably in Facebook on YOUR smartphone. We are so connected in every possible way, it's nuts. Speaking of nuts, have you seen Nutshell Mail? It's a social media aggregator for your email software. I haven't tried it yet, but I will. When I do, I'll share the experience here. After all, everyone gives a shit about everything everyone in the world is doing at all times, right?




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2.10.2011

Wild About Oscar

I have no enemies, but I am intensely disliked by my friends.
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2.09.2011

Wild About Oscar

If you pretend to be good, the world takes you very seriously. If you pretend to be bad, it doesn't. Such is the astounding stupidity of optimism.
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2.08.2011

Wild About Oscar

If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all my life.
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2.07.2011

Wild About Oscar

I like persons better than principles, and I like persons with no principles better than anything else in the world.
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2.06.2011

Wild About Oscar

Well bred people contradict others. The wise contradict themselves.
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2.05.2011

Wild About Oscar

The pure and simple truth is rarely pure and never simple.
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