the rain falls down. or sideways
Apr. 28th, 2011 11:07 am21 days for Dreamwidth, #4
What do you do online when you're not on DW?
(I have my DW readinglist open in a tab most of the time these days, so "not on DW" is more of an "at the moment" than in general.)
I catch up on Facebook and Twitter and a handful of other social networking sites. I read a few blogs (LG&M, Ta-Nehisi Coates, Pandagon, Crooked Timber, some others). I poke around on Boardgamegeek and Tor.com.
I read and write email. At home I chat, occasionally.
... you know, I'm not terribly sure what I do with all that time I spend online. It's good to have it laid out like that.
Michael Chabon's introduction to the 50th anniversary edition of The Phantom Tollbooth: "Puns act to shatter or at least compromise meaning; a pun condenses unrelated, even opposing meanings, like a collapsing dwarf star, into a singularity. Maybe it’s this antisemantic vandalism that leads so many people to shun and revile them."
Interactive talking plush Portal turret: I want one. I have no idea what I'd do with it, but I want one.
Existential Star Wars (in French): "Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. I exist, and I find it nauseating."
We just had a five-minute storm. The weather turned from greyish and imposing to sheets-of-water in the space of about thirty seconds. There was enough water in the air that I could make out individual gusts of wind.
And then it was over, and the rain cleared, and the air took on that clarity to it that it sometimes gets when the light is just right.
This was a bad day to have left my lunch at home.
What do you do online when you're not on DW?
(I have my DW readinglist open in a tab most of the time these days, so "not on DW" is more of an "at the moment" than in general.)
I catch up on Facebook and Twitter and a handful of other social networking sites. I read a few blogs (LG&M, Ta-Nehisi Coates, Pandagon, Crooked Timber, some others). I poke around on Boardgamegeek and Tor.com.
I read and write email. At home I chat, occasionally.
... you know, I'm not terribly sure what I do with all that time I spend online. It's good to have it laid out like that.
Michael Chabon's introduction to the 50th anniversary edition of The Phantom Tollbooth: "Puns act to shatter or at least compromise meaning; a pun condenses unrelated, even opposing meanings, like a collapsing dwarf star, into a singularity. Maybe it’s this antisemantic vandalism that leads so many people to shun and revile them."
Interactive talking plush Portal turret: I want one. I have no idea what I'd do with it, but I want one.
Existential Star Wars (in French): "Help me, Obi-Wan Kenobi. I exist, and I find it nauseating."
We just had a five-minute storm. The weather turned from greyish and imposing to sheets-of-water in the space of about thirty seconds. There was enough water in the air that I could make out individual gusts of wind.
And then it was over, and the rain cleared, and the air took on that clarity to it that it sometimes gets when the light is just right.
This was a bad day to have left my lunch at home.