Aside from the fact that it would eat my life, I think the problem with me getting a Tumblr is that I would completely overthink it. I mean, the world is full of beautiful time sinks. I'd have to go through a lot of them if I were going to represent accurately the spectrum of things I find attractive to look at or interesting to think about. I don't have the time for that. I'm engaged in a job search. My free time, what there is of it, will drop spectacularly if I'm successful. The last thing I need is to get stuck into a new social media platform that requires me to spend even more hours looking at things on the internet. I keep away from Twitter for similar reasons: I am an obsessive person and I already stay awake until four in the morning writing about things. Also I do not think I naturally generate witty tags. This train of thought brought to you by the couple of people recently who've asked if I'm on Tumblr and this photobombing blowfish.
2014-08-31
My e-mail is down! Last known to have worked a little after six this morning; after that point, nothing. If anything requires my urgent attention, please send it to my other address or contact me by some other means. I'll edit this post when I am in proper communication with the outside world again. That's all today needed.
[edit] E-mail restored! Still flickery. I seem to have a lot of Facebook notifications.
In other laments of technology:
TELEPORTER. TELEPORTER, PLEASE. THERE IS A PETER LORRE RETROSPECTIVE AT THE BFI.
Seriously, they're showing a print of Der Verlorene (1951). Mad Love (1935) and The Face Behind the Mask (1941) is a brilliant double feature. I've barely even heard of F.P.1 anwortet nicht (1932).
TELEPORTER.
In other contexts of time travel:
Century-old restaurant menus from New York City. I am less interested in the comparative pricing than in the items available. I feel like egg with tarragon and ox tongue might have come around to being trendy again.
[edit] E-mail restored! Still flickery. I seem to have a lot of Facebook notifications.
In other laments of technology:
TELEPORTER. TELEPORTER, PLEASE. THERE IS A PETER LORRE RETROSPECTIVE AT THE BFI.
Seriously, they're showing a print of Der Verlorene (1951). Mad Love (1935) and The Face Behind the Mask (1941) is a brilliant double feature. I've barely even heard of F.P.1 anwortet nicht (1932).
TELEPORTER.
In other contexts of time travel:
Century-old restaurant menus from New York City. I am less interested in the comparative pricing than in the items available. I feel like egg with tarragon and ox tongue might have come around to being trendy again.
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