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Jul 01, 2014
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Ways of Seeing Instagram

Isn’t it striking that the most-typical and most-maligned genres of Instagram imagery happen to correspond to the primary genres of Western secular art? All that #foodporn is still-life; all those #selfies, self-portraits. All those vacation vistas are #landscape; art-historically speaking, #beachday pics evoke the hoariest cliché of middle-class leisure iconography… Technology has so democratized image-making that it has put the artistic power once mainly associated with aristocrats—to stylize your image and project yourself to an audience as desirable—into everyone’s hands.

Wonderful post. (via Alan Jacobs)

Filed under: instagram

May 08, 2014
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May 06, 2014
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Wayne White’s Instagram might be the ultimate Show Your Work! example. So great.

May 04, 2014
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I don’t tweet because I don’t need another creative venue. I don’t need another form for self-expression. I don’t need another way to get my thoughts out to people. I have one. I’m good. But I totally think it’s wonderful for anyone who doesn’t have their own national radio show.
— Ira “I don’t own a radio” Glass with some major levels of DGAF (via @mlarson)

Feb 20, 2014
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Amtrak writer’s residencies

Here’s what went down: in his PEN Ten interview, @AlexanderChee was asked where he best liked to write:

I still like a train best for this kind of thing. I wish Amtrak had residencies for writers.

That’s it. Two sentences. And then this happened:

And here’s Jessica Gross on writing on the Amtrak during her test residency:

[There is] a sense of safety, borne of boundaries. I’ve always been a claustrophile, and I think that explains some of the appeal—the train is bounded, compartmentalized, and cozily small, like a carrel in a college library. Everything has its place. The towel goes on the ledge beneath the mirror; the sink goes into its hole in the wall; during the day, the bed, which slides down from overhead, slides up into a high pocket of space. There is comfort in the certainty of these arrangements. The journey is bounded, too: I know when it will end. Train time is found time. My main job is to be transported; any reading or writing is extracurricular. The looming pressure of expectation dissolves. And the movement of a train conjures the ultimate sense of protection—being a baby, rocked in a bassinet.

As John Cleese put it, the artist needs “boundaries of time and boundaries of space.”

What a great story. And PR dream for Amtrak. Well done, y’all.

Dec 27, 2013
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I’ve found that Instagram works much like the movie business: You’re safe if you trade “one for them” with “one for yourself,” meaning for every photo of a book, painting or poem, I try to post a selfie with a puppy, a topless selfie or a selfie with Seth Rogen, because these are all things that are generally liked.

Nov 19, 2013
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The Internet: A Welcome Distraction

Marie Myung-Ok writes about getting writing done while being on the internet:

I work via slow accretions of often seemingly unrelated stuff. When I complete that unwieldy, puzzling first draft, I spread it out on the desk like a soothsayer viewing entrails, and try to find patterns. If asked, I might pretty up my process and call it bricolage or intellectual scrapbooking, but it really is merely the result of a magpie mind/brain, one that flits from one shiny thing to another. While I still work in my plodding way, the ever renewing bits of information in my Facebook, Twitter and Tumblr feeds provide endless fodder, like going shell collecting on the beach on a normal day versus the day after a hurricane when the ocean has burped up every interesting bit of stuff imaginable.

I like this bit about using social media as a warmup to the “real” work…

One of my lifelong superstitions is to never talk about any work when it’s in progress — lest its essential energy leak out into the atmosphere rather than the page — but I have no such inhibitions doing unrelated, throwaway writing while I’m writing. In fact, I find that posting a tweet or a Facebook status update can be a nice little warm-up, mental knuckle-cracking before getting down to the real business.

…but I would make the case again: you don’t really know what’s Big Writing and little writing. Something that starts as a throwaway might turn into something else later. Writing is writing.

(via @twliterary)

Nov 17, 2013
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Twitter has the same allure as gaming. It is, essentially, Sentences With Friends.
— Kathryn Schulz, “How Twitter Hijacked My Mind”

(Source: , via explore-blog)

Nov 11, 2013
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Rob Delaney on how to tweet

Jul 29, 2013
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No internet in bed or at the kitchen table.

From The Frailest Thing, comes a great list, “11 Things I’m Trying To Do In Order To Achieve a Sane, Healthy, and Marginally Productive Relationship With the Internet.” My favorites:

1. Don’t wake up with the Internet. Have breakfast, walk the dog, read a book, whatever … do something before getting online. Think of it as a way of preparing – physically, mentally, emotional, morally, etc. – for all that follows.

4. Don’t take meals with the Internet. Log off, leave devices behind, and enjoy your meal as an opportunity recoup, physically and mentally. If you’re inside all day, take your lunch outside. Enjoy the company of others, or take the chance to sit in silence for a few minutes.

11. Don’t go to bed with the Internet.

This reminded me of David Karp: “We have a rule: no laptops in the bedroom.”

And V. Vale:

The only solution [to social media addiction] is not one that most people want to face, which is to become lovers of solitude and silence… I love to spend time alone in my room, and in my ideal world the first hour of every day would be in bed, writing down thoughts, harvesting dreams, before anyone phones or you have any internet access. I write on paper, cause if you write on a laptop, it’s too tempting to go online. You look up a word and then an hour later you remember why you went on…

I think a good rule overall would be: No internet in bed or at the kitchen table.

Something to aspire to, at least…

(via @mattthomas)

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