I do this manually each Saturday, collating most of the tweets I made the past week at twitter.com/disquiet, which I think of as my public notebook. Some tweets pop up sooner in expanded form or otherwise on Disquiet.com. I’ve found it personally informative to revisit the previous week of thinking out loud. This isn’t a full accounting. Often there are, for example, conversations on Twitter that don’t really make as much sense out of the context of Twitter itself. And sometimes I tweak them a bit, given the additional space. And sometimes I re-order them just a bit.
▰ 14th novel I’ve finished reading in 2022: Hervé Le Tellier’s An Anomaly. Largely enjoyable high-concept scifi puzzle told in fragments of characters’ experiences. Varying degree of detail aligns with the story’s philosophical conundrum, but can feel cursory. Does, in the end, tie things together better than Lost did.
▰ My happy place is when Iannis Xenakis drawings look like Lebbeus Woods drawings.
▰ I usually keep autoplay turned off, but sometimes it turns back on. The Algorithm just decided to follow up the modern industrial music of Vladislav Delay’s forthcoming album (there’s an initial track up) with Chet Baker and Paul Bley playing “Every Time We Say Goodbye.”
▰ Seems appropriate that this actual-in-existence Miles Davis figurine from Funko Pop looks like a deer caught in the headlights. (Via Eugene Holley, Jr.)
▰ “Bloggen ist Seven of Nine, Social Media ist Borg.”
I didn’t need Google to translate that but I did need it to translate the rest of this great post in which someone dug into some of my 2019 thoughts on the 20th anniversary of the word “blog.”
▰ This one graffiti artist in the neighborhood is next level
The 7 of 9 and Borg reference is wigging me out and I swear I’m just catching up on these posts now, Marc. I published a blog post on the 30th of May also containing a Blogosphere Trek analogy. The exception being that it wasn’t Voyager-related, rather equating blogs to quiet parts of the Delta Quadrant and social media as being confined to the DS9 space station watching everything go to hell. Something in the air perhaps?