It’s not about Tumblr, specifically. It’s about the web in general. It’s become overrun by too many animals. One of the last straws was adventures of mascarah, who, after reading a few posts where I expressed myself, wrote this:
I may be a millionaire but I this sort of thing still hurts. If this were a one-time thing, I could deal with it, but it happens several times a week, no matter what I do, and I can’t avoid seeing it. To be hit with a personal insult, from a stranger who knows only my blog persona, yet attacks me as a person, is an awful feeling.
Another last straw was this Gawker post, where I wanted to learn multiple basic summaries of the China situation as a starting point for a larger exploration of the country. I was torn to shreds (I still don’t understand why) by the poster, an elf who has never talked to me but stammered a darted his eyes when I encountered him at a party a year ago. Worse than the post were the comments. Imagine reading these things about yourself:
Boil. Your. Face.
His relationship with Julia “hey guys, I need to write an article, send me stuff and do it for me” Allison makes so much sense right now. They’re BOTH what’s wrong and evil in this world.
Oh, he’s my least favorite brand of asshole: the kind that thinks being an asshole makes him edgy. It doesn’t. It just makes him an asshole. He sucks.
I didn’t think it was possible to hate him more. But it is, apparently. He needs to shut his ugly face. We can call him ugly without fear of retribution in the form of execution right? Ugly. Inside and out.
Ha. Seriously. Fucking Napoleonic complex to go with his undoubtedly tiny ween. Also, ugly.
I saw him at the Bedford Ave subway station a week ago, looking like an escaped mental patient dressed as a retarded toddler.
The last one really pushed me over the edge. Not only do these people attack me online, but they recognize me in real life. That’s the kind of thing I don’t want to think about while out and about.
The absolute worst, though, has got to be the attacks for any display of self-confidence. You may conceptualize the Unites States as a great nation. But it’s also a big tribe, with its own irrational taboos. One of them is: don’t talk proudly about your achievements.
Unfortunately, my line of work requires me to aim high. If you can’t stomach that, fine, but consider the long-term effects of bashing me and others who goals are to innovate. Entrepreneurs, artists — our jobs are not easy; they require doing something new. This means we assume risk — our business could go bankrupt, our art could be despised. Perhaps you are happy with the current state of USA. I am not — I am deeply unhappy with it — and I want to change it.
But going forward, Jakob Lodwick, the person, is withdrawing from the public web. You will see the results of my efforts through Normative and other companies. I just cannot deal with these animals any longer.
shambles. nothing but shambles.
my fear is that the tumblr “community” has it out for someone else, we just don’t know who.
That being said, he is the only thing that Canada has had going for it as far as talent in the past decade.
Nate, here are a few of my favorite Canadians:
Tegan & Sara
The New Pornographers
Robert Goulet (GOULET!)
The Kids in the Hall (well, like, most of them)
Ryan Gosling (AND Rachel McAdams, let’s might as well call it The Notebook)
Michael J. Fox
Michael Cera (AND Ellen Page, let’s might as well call it Juno)
and Samantha Bee, to name a few.
I left off some of the more famous names because then Canadians would just look weird (eg. Pam Anderson, Brendan Fraser, Michael Buble, Matthew Perry, Norm MacDonald, Ryan Reynolds, Martin Short, and Harland Williams — eclectic, or marginally talented, or both). Really though there are a lot more of them out there than you think.
Most of the Apple coverage today revolved around the iPhone 3G and how Apple is taking on the enterprise smartphone market. RIM should be scared, people say. Well they probably should be, but I don’t have an enterprise network to connect to. I don’t know anyone else who does either.
What I do have is a Gmail, GCal, Plaxo, Flickr and Mozy account. MobileMe is 5 web apps that do all those tasks, transparently, instantly and automatically across every device I own and with every piece of desktop software I already have. Those companies should probably be scared too.
MobileMe is the next iTunes. iTunes sold a lot of Macs.
oui, it’s true, it’s true… couldn’t have said it better myself.
an excerpt that I really enjoy from a poem by Charles Bukowski
the libraries of the world have yawned themselves to sleep over your kind. don’t add to that. don’t do it. unless it comes out of your soul like a rocket, unless being still would drive you to madness or suicide or murder, don’t do it. unless the sun inside you is burning your gut, don’t do it.
when it is truly time, and if you have been chosen, it will do it by itself and it will keep on doing it until you die or it dies in you
I’ve known Miguel for a decade. Seemingly, we’ve always been on the same page. We were band geeks in middle school, and partly through high school. When he became drum major, I became president of vocal music. We’re both Pilipino. He introduced me to Tumblr, Muxtape, and Twitter. He seems to be an afficionado of wine, while I’ve developed a taste for finer liquor.
In the same time-frame where I purchased my Lomography Holga, he purchased another form of old-school photography: an older model Polaroid. This was merely by coincidence, as neither of us communicated our taste for alternative photography.
He just launched miguel does polaroid, and I suppose that I will inevitably follow suit and launch a corresponding site, probably named “nate bangs holga.”
I’ll likely follow his trek to the east coast. I’m looking at New York (where he resides), but I’m also considering Boston (where another one of our friends is heading).
It all makes me wonder if I’ve ever had an original thought in my life.
(As a budding writer, I am sure I’ve had many original thoughts. I’ve just now come to the realization that Miguel has been a major infuence in the production of my creativity. Thanks buddy.)
things like this make me regain my faith in humanity.
nate, for as long as i’ve known him, has been my spiritual twin. i think what he’s said above sums our relationship up perfectly (add to that our love of sending each other non sequitur cards for respective holidays and birthdays), but he misses a facet in our relationship that i very much hold dear: that no matter how similar we might be, the differences in our approach is what makes us so intriguing to the other.
sure, we like a lot of the same things, but nate’s perspective is vastly different from mine because he approaches things a lot more organically than i do, which is a top-down approach. i like to come into things with at least a vague idea. nate tends to be more impulsive, more in-the-moment than he thinks he’s being. therein lies the biggest and most important difference, i feel, in our personalities. we’re the guy at the party who tells you to keep drinking so we can take sillier and sillier pictures, but nate will be in the picture more and more often as the night progresses. i’ll tend to be the guy behind the camera at that point.
to address this though: “it all makes me wonder if i’ve ever had an original thought in my life.”
i don’t even need to think about, but i guess you do, son: of course you have.