Sitting inside a Greenwich Village diner waiting for the snowstorm outside to slow a bit, I notice three cops sitting at the table across from mine. One of the cops is excitedly talking to the others at a rapid clip, and I start to listen in on the conversation.
Cop #1, who looks to be in his late twenties, traveled to New Orleans for vacation and is excited about the new form of music he discovered: Zydeco. He tells Cop #2 and Cop #3 about this amazing band he saw in New Orleans, and pretty much thrusts his smartphone into their hands to show the footage he took. Cop #2 and Cop #3 politely indulge him.
Then the bill arrives and one of his colleagues has something come in over the radio about a crime. Just that quick, they’re out.
“Llewyn’s decision is especially heartrending because the performer in him comes out, smiling and leaning into the “puh-puh-Please,” even when he’s singing drivel like “Please, Mr. Kennedy.” The joys of showmanship give him life, but not a livelihood. And this is the dichotomy that any working artist must reconcile. Most of us pick up a pen, or a guitar, or a paintbrush knowing that the odds of ending up on Oprah’s couch, on the cover of Pitchfork, or in the Whitney Biennial are not in our favor. Sure, we indulge in daydreams, but we know that the measure of our success is best gauged by the satisfaction that comes from devising an immaculate syntax or a fresh riff on an old sound.”—The Rumpus Review Of Inside Llewyn Davis - The Rumpus.net (via peterwknox)
“When I was young there were beatniks. Hippies. Punks. Gangsters. Now you’re a hacktivist. Which I would probably be if I was 20. Shuttin’ down MasterCard. But there’s no look to that lifestyle! Besides just wearing a bad outfit with bad posture. Has WikiLeaks caused a look? No! I’m mad about that. If your kid comes out of the bedroom and says he just shut down the government, it seems to me he should at least have an outfit for that. Get a look! I’m not judging what they do; I hope they don’t shut me down.”—John Waters - WSJ.com
“Eyjolfur “Eyjo” Guðmundsson, an academic, a gaming buff, and an in-house economist for CCP Games, describes his job as being just like “a research scientist for a central bank.” Except his bank and its currency don’t exist in the real world. Guðmundsson oversees the function of InterStellar Kredit (ISK), the in-game money for EVE Online, a science fiction-themed game world whose average player spends three hours a day online.”—Meet The Alan Greenspan Of Virtual Currency In “EVE Online” | Fast Company | Business Innovation
Here’s something that’s a worthy read for everyone (like me) who’s fascinated by web tracking and the way marketing companies follow our every physical movement and online activities. A smart, no-nonsense op-ed about how banner ads paved the way for incredibly granular tracking of users.