(Source: eastcoastbred)
(Source: eastcoastbred)
- Someone mentions Alger’s Ragged Dick on Boardwalk Empire and I’m the only person in the room who knows what it is
- People text me to ask about comma usage
I can’t believe I actually read that, but yeah.
24 August 2011
At a regular airport, at a normal restaurant, I waited for a flight to San Francisco with my roommate Kevin. The restaurant was garden-variety airportage, overpriced and vaguely themed. This was a ‘dockside’ affair with dark, wood-paneled walls. Seating in the front, bar…
Stop that, Mr. Simpson.
(via jazzfuneral)
CARRY DAT SHIT IN MY PURSE
(via scout)
(Image via the Social Media Chronicles by Jam Zhang)
This paper was presented on May 19, 2011 at the Post/Autonomia Conference, University of Amsterdam.
By Rob Horning
In The Culture of New Capitalism, Richard Sennett described some of the ramifications of the transition to post-Fordist production methods, which shift enterprise risk onto workers and demand that they be more flexible and to repeatedly prove their worth. He suggests that “if institutions no longer provide a long-term frame, the individual may have to improvise his or her life-narrative, or even do without any sustained sense of self.” Perhaps what we are experiencing now, thanks to the rise of social media, is both of these things at once.
Subjects under post-Fordism and neoliberalism must be able tolerate precarity without breaking down so much that they can’t work efficiently. They must be comfortable shifting from steady wage work to a series of projects secured through whatever means necessary and be more or less self-motivated. Consumerism helps model this, putting a positive spin on the demands for flexibility and opportunism, positing these qualities as the embrace of novelty and perpetual self-reinvention. Consumerism promises that magical transformations are easy, available on demand, and that a self understood in terms of lifestyles and personality experiments—rather than in terms of communal tradition, meaningful work, or the continuity of life experience—can be a worthy expression of individual freedom.
Social media—Facebook and other similar services that have integrated with portable devices to permit continuous interactivity—have furthered consumerism’s ameliorating mission. They enhance the compensations of consumerism by making it seem more self-revelatory, less passively conformist, conserving the signifying power of our lifestyle gestures by broadcasting them to a larger audience and making them seem less ephemeral. They temper the anonymity and anomie that consumerism’s mass markets tend to impose by concretely attaching our identity to what we consume. They also provide new mechanisms of solace, administering doses of proof of our connectedness and influence. (As in: Oh, look! I’ve been retweeted!)
It is the query on the tip of everybody’s lips these days: how can I be an Anthropologie girl? This boutique is Urban Outfitters’ older sister, eating disorder outgrown and T-shirts fully intact; she wears make-up and travels the world instead of riding around the block on her seven-hundred…
lol, only one person saved another human being………..
Oh my God this is the worst hipster circle jerk I’ve ever seen
pissed off in a matter of seconds
(Source: gowns)
Wolves
You say you’d live with your mistakes if only they would pay the rent,
Say you wouldn’t be so hungry if all your money wasn’t spent
Your dreams were lofty but your expectations failed and cracked and bent
They broke and now you wonder where your breathless prayers all went.
And did the words fight to escape your mouth
Like they were waiting on your tired heart to quit?
You packed your bags up and you headed for the south
And you asked why the world had forced you to exist.
We’re cursed with self-conception, we fight the constant urge to question
Just how the body suffers at the wants of the mind.
The world is colder than before, the wolves sleep on your kitchen floor
With fear and apathy entwined.
So I won’t tell you how to think if you don’t tell me how to live,
But the world isn’t ending, so long as we make fun of it.
That night, you had the taste of ruin on your lips
You said the rain sped up the sinking of your ship.
(via mumblesauce)