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We are all Nathan Barley now. What once was satire is now generally acceptable. Idiotic memes disperse to become the new advertising. What provoked ridicule is really cool. Everyone twitters into the ether, replacing words in sitcom titles with the word “knob”. Everyone posts their photos on Facebook and their videos on YouTube: we are all “self-facilitating media nodes” now. Despite this, Social Media Week is still a phrase that makes lips curl with derision for the majority of the population. For most of us, social media is an adjunct to life not a thing-in-itself.
16 Oct 2011
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06 Aug 2011
notes Today I saw my old nod pal for the first time in two years. He was distributing Christian flyers next to the statue of Donald Dewar on Buchanan Street, said hello, and took the opportunity to ask me if I believed in God. I hemmed and hawed, muttering something about being an agnostic — embarrassed by my lack of interest in spiritual matters. In return, he gave me this terrible clip art flyer depicting a pretty accurate version of my life (apart from the football):
I made my excuses to my nod pal and went to see the decadent sex comedy, Horrible Bosses. It was horrible and reminded me that I make a lot more mistakes than forgetting the big G.
31 Jul 2011
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I wasn’t keen on the flyer for the Wringham and Godsil Edinburgh show so decided to create my own.
09 Jul 2011
notes I was disappointed by Adam Curtis’s new documentary All Watched Over By Machines Of Loving Grace — it felt less revelatory and more disparate than his previous works — but enjoyed this podcast at the Story. I particularly like the idea that Facebook replicates a Richard Curtis-style ‘circle of friends’, a circle that diminishes engagement with the public sphere.
13 Jun 2011
notes Nothing reveals the state of a man’s soul more than the state of his socks. As with the soul, the sock is hidden away most of the time and is almost never seen in full. Of course, flashes of sock can be glimpsed in odd, unguarded moments, much as a Freudian slip will reveal an aspect of the unconscious, but for the most part the secret sins of the sock are yours to bear alone. Socks suffer in silence. A hole in the toe may be unseen by the public but the knowledge weighs heavily on the man who wears them. It is a form of carelessness or poverty that reveals the amount of entropy in your life. Wearing elegant, well-fitted, bobble-free, holeless socks is the best foundation yet discovered for a happy existence.
21 Jun 2010