I've been thinking a lot lately about all the myriad ways that we
use to communicate online. There's Facebook, and Twitter, and blogs,
and IM, and email, and oh my god how does anyone EVER get anything
done, seriously, the end. I do a lot of writing in both short and long
form for both my job and for fun, and here's a few insights that I've
Long form writing is sometimes inhibited by
short-form writing, but not always. I believe firmly in the adage
"never use two words where one will do", and Twitter has made my
writing more concise.
Here's the thing: I LOVE a good one-liner.
Facebook updates/Twitter are one-liners you can think of in advance,
edit, and get just perfect. The flip comment that you delivered a bit
wrong, the insult you think of that night in the shower. Flickr sort of
falls under here for me, too. I love a comment like a good comment
Medium-form writing is what I use here, trying to say something that simply can't be communicated in 140 characters.
Long-form...well, you'll just have to wait to see my novel.
you think Twitter is the end of better, longer blogging? Is longer
better? (...heh.) Is blogging the end of traditional media? Or can we
all just get along?
"Razor wire and cinder blocks -- it was a look, and it is perhaps irreplaceable."
They're razing the remaining DC nightclubs on Half Street, and the story of how the "jocks finally won" surprised me at how touching it was. That strip of clubs were the first places I ever went out to go dance. A drag queen taught me how to put on eyeliner in the bathroom of Tracks, I walked into Wet to see Soul Slinger and walked out with a whole new understanding of the male persona, and the DJ booth at Capitol Ballroom was propped up on cinder blocks, but still banged out the best music I had ever heard.
To add insult to injury, 5 more NYC clubs, 3 of which were gay clubs, have been closed by the cops in where else but Chelsea, including Avalon (which once upon a time was the Limelight) and The View Bar.
Lady Bunny quips "the real shocker is that there was ever anyone actually present in The View."
To summarize completely mangle Andrew Sullivan's post on the topic - the excess and ridiclousness of the club scene are only part of what makes up gay culture and a slice of American culture. And yet, it'simportant, it was a pioneering way to declare that You Are Just Who You Are. I learned that sassy self-confidence from the dancefloor. Can't be all bad, can it?
It's kind've like how I felt when Times Square changed up. I'm not saying we need more strip clubs and crackheads. Change is welcome, necessary and good. On the other hand, do we really need to Disney-fy and sanitize everything that makes a city A CITY? Really?
Mighty Goods points me to some ill shit, but nothing has been so fabulous as the underwear I've gotten from Fife. You sign up, give 'em your paypal address, and abracadabra, two pair of panties in the mail each month. I get them at work and it's like a secret. I showed them to Mena the other day in quick girlie sidebar in the hopes she would get them as well.
I don't know how to explain it except that I want to do my laundry more often so that I can wear these every ding dang day. I consider myself a bit of a shopaholic, but once I find a brand of underwear I'm their undying slave. See: the express string bikini phase of 1999-2004. I had a brief flirtation (ha) with H&M boy shorts for oh...a year or so.
Fife's made of Modal, which is a resilient textile from beech trees. Yeah whatevs, they are SO COZY and never ride up at the wrong time. They do have the Ecko-ish label on the back but I just don't care. For those who have read this far (hi girls!) they also prevent the label in the back of your jeans from rubbing on the wrong spot.
Updated links: I thought this was pretty nifty. If that link doesn't work, try here.
"On an August morning in 1978, French filmmaker Claude Lelouch
mounted a gyro-stabilized camera to the bumper of a Ferrari 275 GTB and
had a friend, a professional Formula 1 racer, drive him at breakneck
speed through the heart of Paris. [...] Upon showing the film in public
for the first time, Lelouch was arrested. He has never revealed the
identity of the driver, and the film went underground until a DVD
release a few years ago."
"It would not be accurate to say that we "caught up" with Charo, as so
many celebrity interviewers do; a more apt description would be that we
were tied to a post like a tetherball and verbally slapped senseless
until we were completely tangled in rope at the top of a very high