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Proprietor of Everything is ablaze! Editor of Tales From The Playa at Burning Man. Former staff writer at ReadWrite.
You know how it is, right, ladies? You know a guy for a while. You hang out with him. You do fun things with him—play video games, watch movies, go hiking, go to concerts. You invite him to your parties. You listen to his problems. You do all this because you think he wants to be your friend.
But…
I LOL’d with force.
A friend is someone who knows the song in your heart and can sing it back to you when you have forgotten the words.
I made this. :)
Stories about the future we’re making and what it’s doing to us. A cosmos journalism experiment by Jon Mitchell.
I did another story-for-octopus trade. I put this one on my big website because it was a trade with Sloane, so I felt like I had to take it super-seriously like a real ártístêê.
“Hi Robert? This is Google. Can we chat for a sec? It’s just that we spent a lot of time and effort positioning Glass so it’s friendly, approachable, and, well, OK for normal people… You’re kind ruining all of that.”
Ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew. Ew. Ew ew.
I had a teeny little Buddha on my desk, but it wasn’t working. I wasn’t noticing it. So I just got my biggest Buddha from atop the bookshelf in the living room to put here instead. Now I’ll be reminded constantly.
But it’s so strange for me to be so drawn to a religious symbol, particularly one depicting a human. I had my Jewish phases, but even then, those symbols never mattered to me as much as the Buddha. It has always mattered, even before I admitted I was a Buddhist with a capital B. Why does it make me so uncomfortable intellectually to have an idol on my desk when it feels so proper emotionally?
I guess I relate to it as a form of technology, just like the computers next to it. As Horace Dediu would say, I have a job to be done, and I’ve hired the Buddha to do it. It’s the job of reminding me to be mindful of what I’m doing. If an object installed for that purpose doesn’t meet the definition of technology, I don’t know what does.
That doesn’t seem like a particularly religious motivation, though.
I thought, “Holy shit. If I can write like this and get away with it, why should I keep trying to write like the New York Times?” It was like falling down an elevator shaft and landing in a pool full of mermaids.
They think it’s “a blaze.” Like, Ay Blays.
FROM THE ARCHIVES: Charles Johnson argues that in cutting the root of our own suffering, we can’t help but confront the suffering of society. Read the article.
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Best part of any day on the Internet is when Holy Mountaineering shows up for the nightly Tumbling.
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