Real friends
I live half in Tumblr and half in Stumbler for now.
Can’t quite let the old circle go, and dearly hope they will find me here — and come and play.
So this is my shrine to them, people I really and truly call friends, even though I have only met a few of them “IRL”.
“Friends” now refers to persons one has never seen or talked to in person.
They have instead posted a few kilobytes of data or a hyperlink to the public advertisements of ourselves that most of us (under a certain age, at least) create online.
To maintain those advertisements and the desirable contacts and social opportunities they bring, we must in turn maintain certain schedules (let your inbox overflow, or friends feel unwelcome or alienated by a late response), regularly purchase (or usually re-purchase) software (since you must have the up-to-date version), wait (for batteries to recharge, operating systems to load, downloads to complete), and remain ever vigilant about being tricked or impersonated by thieves in far away places who continually scrutinize computer networks and patiently wait (like a wolf outside your door) for a slip-up, a password or credit card number revealed, allowing them to intercept your electronic payments, empty your bank account, and ruin your credit rating -essential, after all, for your continued participation in the consumer economy — that is monitored, adjusted, and sold for profit to interested parties.
George A. Reisch in Radiohead & Philosophy (via delayprocrastinate)
One of StumbleUpon's best . . .
I’m trying to get her to forget StumbleUpon; it’s so last century.
Come on, Marina ;=) come over to us.
Please?






