I haven’t even begun to scratch the surface of this. An adventure comic with an incredibly dense yet coherent mythology, with artwork that sits somewhere on the continuum between Moebius and Brandon Graham. See also this dedicated Wikia.
I’ve never done social media very well, but I’m almost certain Twitter wasn’t a screeching technicolor firehose of seething panic and spittle-flecked rage when I first joined in 2006.
That’s bad enough, but here is the cumulative effect: the feeling that social media insists on telling me what to think, what to think about, and how often to think about it. Which is constantly. And often by people who are wholly unqualified to do so.
Maybe I’m just not built for it. I’m an introspective guy. I like to have long thinks about stuff. Social media insists that I shorten my thinks. Social media would rather I not have any thinks at all. It would prefer that I just react. And keep coming back.
And keep coming back. Social media is optimized for addiction and positioned as utterly indispensable.
I’ve been off most social media for the last few months. To me, leaving social media feels like escaping a cult. A cult strives to impair your ability to think independently. A cult gaslights you, makes you doubt your own judgment. It requires you to defer your thinking to the cult and to believe you can’t thrive outside it.
Lies. Turns out you can still think rationally about things that are happening in the world when not encapsulated in a tornado made of wet garbage and fire. Who knew?
You had to be there.
It doesn’t necessarily help you get a job and provides job-seekers the illusion of control, according to said article. While that might be true of some industries, positioning yourself as an expert or specialist can definitely get you noticed (it’s happened to me).
Nota bene: it can be extremely difficult to maintain that hard-won personal brand while inside the impersonal workplace machine.
First, I get irritated we’ve become so dependent on JS libraries that a tutorial covering WC3 DOM and Selector APIs is a revelation. Then I remember that I’ve never had to allocate memory for a string.
I’ve been enjoying Adam Mathes’ recent return to blogging. I expect to link to a lot of his stuff in the future.
Q: Why can’t you remember the music from Marvel movies? A: temp music!
(In music we might call this “demo-itis,” a condition whereby you so fall in love with the sound of your demo, you dislike any attempt to record a “final” version. Or, maybe you just want to save a few bucks.)