• I know I’m late to the party on this, but The Pitt grabs you by the neck and doesn’t let go for 15 episodes. Remarkable show, and not for the squeamish.

  • LINK: What Even Is Instagram Now?

    Wired:

    People I care about? My Instagram feed has long been chock-full of professional influencers hawking the latest fast-fashion trends, home cooks sharing their high-protein recipes, and random comedians doing stand-up bits. My actual friends are buried under a mountain of sponcon and memed-to-death dross.

    By piling these new features on top of the old ones, Instagram is trying to make the app feel chummy and personal again. But it’s too far gone from that ideal, and the attempt to shift the feed’s focus from influencers to your IRL friends just feels awkward, and ultimately unconvincing.

    I’ve been adding to Stories mainly for a long time, but it’s been a minute since I posted any photography there. It’s well established that photography is the last thing they care about over at Meta. I have a much longer rant about Meta, but I suspect you’ve heard it from much smarter people.

  • When The World Is Running Down…

    Breaking radio silence for a moment to provide a proof of life. Still here, I’m doing things on the back end and by the end of the day I’m pooped. I’m still recovering slightly from my health scare in October. I’m ok, I just am managing some new expectations. Rest assured–or don’t–that I’m working on some new stuff. I’ll try to keep the blog open during the day so I can keep some content going, however, I do have to tell you it’s hard to function in this timeline, at least for me personally. Like the last go-round, the zone flooding wears you down. It’s designed to. I just have to take some dandelion breaks. i If you know what that is, you’re scheduling your prostate exam along with me.

    Take it easy, back soonish.

  • Consume. Obey.

    Equifax wipes credit score for not using credit.

    No problem, Equifax says, you just have to start building credit from scratch.

    With a zero score.

    From Equifax.

    Credit scores always have been, and always will be, an unregulated crock of shit.

  • It’s A Bold Strategy

    Watching a lot of the Cabinet and other lemmings testify before committees, it’s apparent to me that these folks think because the President can act with impunity that they can as well.

    I’m looking forward to the finding-out phase where if there is a shred of justice in the universe, each of them will be assigned new jobs working the third shift at a 7-11 in the places they screwed the worst.

  • Question of the Day

    A question that is absolutely positively not related to anything that just happened.

    You receive a voicemail from a family member you have no desire to talk to, be in the same room with, or deal with ever again. In that voicemail, they sound sad and would really like to talk to you, but then they say something like “Why don’t you pull the stick out of your ass and call me?”

    Are you:

    A) More Likely to call?

    B) Less likely to call?

    C) Decide that the Heat Death Of the Fucking Universe will occur before you talk to that person?

    Care to guess what answer I chose?

  • Today’s Litmus Test

    Biden Diagnosed with cancer.

    It’s going to be very easy to identify who has lost their last shred of humanity for the next little while.

    Take note of who they are.

  • LINK: The History of Album Art

    Matthew Ström:

    The invention of album art can get lost in the story of technological mastery. But among all the factors that contributed to the rise of recorded music, it stands as one of the few that was wholly driven by creators themselves. Album art — first as marketing material, then as pure creative expression — turned an audio-only medium into a multi-sensory experience.

    The Fujita covers are old friends; my parents and my grandparents had many albums with that kind of artwork on the cover. Maybe they were all Fujita or inspired by him. I’ve been thinking about buying a turntable and starting a new collection, and it’s only because the convenience of digital media doesn’t afford you the experience of the art and the liner notes. Even the vinyl gives you that experience now. Back in 1981, the Styx album Paradise Theater had the Styx logo cut into the vinyl and at the time, I thought that was pretty awesome. Now they’re making all sorts of color pressings that could be framed on your wall, never mind listening to it. I miss that. In other news, I’m old and my back hurts.