I don’t want to be a designer, a marketer, an illustrator, a brander, a social media consultant, a multi-platform guru, an interface wizard, a writer of copy, a technological assistant, an applicator, an aesthetic king, a notable user, a profit-maximizer, a bottom-line analyzer, a meme generator, a hit tracker, a re-poster, a sponsored blogger, a starred commentator, an online retailer, a viral relayer, a handle, a font or a page. I don’t want to be linked in, tuned in, ‘liked’, incorporated, listed or programmed.
I don’t want to be a brand, a representative, an ambassador, a bestseller or a chart-topper. I don’t want to be a human resource or part of your human capital. I don’t want to be an entrepreneur of myself. Don’t listen to the founders, the employers, the newspapers, the pundits, the editors, the forecasters, the researchers, the branders, the career counselors, the prime minister, the job market, Michel Foucault or your haughty brother in finance – there’s something else!
I want to be a lover, a teacher, a wanderer, an assembler of words, a sculptor of immaterial, a maker of instruments, a Socratic philosopherπ and an erratic muse. I want to be a community center, a piece of art, a wonky cursive script and an old-growth tree! I want to be a disrupter, a creator, an apocalyptic visionary, a master of reconfiguration,
a hypocritical parent, an illegal download and a choose-your-own-adventure! I want to be a renegade agitator!
A licker of ice cream! An organizer of mischief! A released charge! A double jump on the trampoline! A wayward youth! A volunteer! A partner. I want to be a curator of myself, an anti-preneur, a person. Unlimited availabilities. No followers required. Only friends.
You tried to change, didn’t you? Closed your mouth more, tried to be softer, prettier, less volatile, less awake…You can’t make homes out of human beings. Someone should have already told you that.
Warsan Shire (via thatkindofwoman)
I just sent an email asking someone not to be so proviking instead of provoking.
In case it’s leaked to the media, let me say that I have no problems with vikings. In fact, I hold some of their values in high esteem. You could even say that I believe in a Norse Code.
Angelina Jolie had a double mastectomy, in case you hadn’t heard. How dare she remove those ticking time bombs from her chest, amiright? Like, hasn’t she learned by now that her body is public domain and we all get to vote on what she does with it? Sheesh, how selfish can ya get.
omgomg i want one
Lovely concept. But I think it would only hold the books that I’ve already started.
HOW DO I LAND?! Here’s a comp of the actual letters from the Cloud Project! The actual day had a very high winds, and the letters appeared and disappeared quite quickly. But if you watched the sky for 20 minutes you could probably piece it together. BUT STILL WE DID IT!!! Thanks to everyone who contributed! Photo by Robyn Von Swank!
Tonight, it’s been vieux carre, Sazerac, Ramos gin fizz, French 75, with a bourbon milk punch and grasshopper to come. This reminds me of the old days, and the days yet to come. Drenched in booze, warmed by friends, flush with vigorous grins. And on the receiving end of an intriguing wink….
With deference to the genius of David Bowie, here’s Space Oddity, recorded on Station. A last glimpse of the World.
Huge thanks in the making of the video to the talented trio of Emm Gryner, Joe Corcoran and Andrew Tidby, plus Evan Hadfield and all at the CSA.
This is just amazing.
I’m not the right person to say “wow, this is so accurate!”. That ain’t mine to claim. But damn, this a powerful post.
You might also want to read this post first if you’re a long-time Hyperbole and a Half fan rather than just tuning in now.
It’s like reading a diary entry about myself.
If you read one thing today, read Hyperbole and a Half.
Sometimes it’s horrifying how well someone you don’t know can describe something you thought no one else could understand. This is excellent.