Note to self
Pictures of the burning towers remain socially acceptable, but photos of the war dead are still a huge social media faux pas.
6:50 pm • 11 September 2013 • 1 note
I just casually referred to “Tom” and the “Top 8,” which officially makes me one million in social media years.
6:25 pm • 11 September 2013 • 2 notes
Okay, so this is already totally devastating and then you come around to think, “Holy shit. Are there homeless giants in Portland now? Has the BFG fallen on hard times?” And it tears you to fucking pieces.
6:21 pm • 10 September 2013 • 2 notes
“So to ask me to take seriously the terms of a debate between a body of corrupt, opportunistic political tribalists and an executive who trusts me so little he is willing to spy on me—and, should he choose to do so, kill me by way of flying robot—is laughable.”
— An open letter to Sen. King regarding the Syria debate, Bangor Daily News. September 5, 2013.
7:59 pm • 5 September 2013 • 4 notes
“The first album I bought with my own money was the self-titled Mr. Bungle record, and I immersed myself in the various Patton projects throughout the years that followed. I saw Patton’s noise project Fantômas open for Tool in Portland when the latter band was touring around the release of the album Lateralus back in 2001 or 2002. The audience recoiled at the frenetic performance, Patton gloriously spewed the response back at the crowd, and I loved all of it. I saw Patton play a mind-blowing performance [under the banner of Tomahawk] with the Melvins, Melt Banana and others at the Irving Ballroom in New York about a year later.”
— Bungle Fever 2004, Bangor Daily News. September 4, 2013.
8:10 pm • 4 September 2013 • 3 notes
“You never saw it? Yeah, it had Seth Green in it, that girl who put the flute in her pussy, and Sarah Michelle Gellar.”
— Me to Jaime
9:16 am • 3 August 2013 • 4 notes
“And every direction is considered right, depending on where you think the business is going. I think that whatever exact models we all are working towards, and whatever it is going to be, they are yet to have been created. Right now it is a matter of working toward where we see the future will be, while also providing good, competent journalism. I firmly believe in the model we are working with at the Bangor Daily News because for people of Generation X and down through the Millennials, that the consumption of information will happen digitally first and print second. Maybe. Print will become a secondary and specialty medium. It is going to become a quaint, old fashioned medium that will be special and come out once in a while. It is not going to be the consistent presence in people’s lives in the way that it has been and so we should begin preparing for that as soon as possible.”
— BDN Director of News & New Media Anthony Ronzio on the future of journalism, Bangor Daily News. July 24, 2013.
7:37 am • 24 July 2013 • 1 note
“I feel like the almighty question before anybody who is trying to purvey anything in the social media age and Facebook era is how do you go beyond posting something and having it become immediately irrelevant. If you can make something last for an hour, you are killing it. If you can make something last for a whole day, you’re a genius. If you can make it last for weeks at a time, you are a god. You are Psy. You are Gangnam Style.”
— Spose talks crowdfunding, All Rs, and engagement in the Facebook age, Bangor Daily News. July 22, 2013.
3:52 pm • 22 July 2013 • 2 notes
“There is something we are angry, frustrated, confused about indeed, but isn’t a photograph. It is the unpredictable rules of our present reality, the uprooting of an unrealistic and luxurious predictability we once strained to believe would last forever, that is driving us to madness. The cover reminds us of this, but it is not responsible for it.”
— The Cover, Bangor Daily News. July 18, 2013.
2:06 pm • 18 July 2013 • 5 notes
After Midnight, 7 of us applied to our faces homemade charcoal war paint and we rode a small camp dock across a lake like a raft. We lost a member of our party after some supernatural talk persuaded her to swim back to camp, and another when he swam out to make sure she wasn’t overtaken by ghosts. The latter member returned by paddle boat just in time to yell to us, “Guys, I’m sinking!” immediately before his vessel went under. Scotch and s’mores may have been involved.
I am lucky to get invited to some of the most endearingly odd and entertaining company retreats.
1:10 pm • 17 July 2013