More Things, June 7, 2013
You’re going about your life and then there’s new technology. You didn’t make it, and you’ll never meet the people who did, but it’s there now and it’s just waiting for you to pick it up to change your life. It will make things both easier and more complicated, but things will be different and you will be new. You have no idea who you’re disrupting by using this technology, and there’s no way to tell if your life will be any better or worse because of it.
Here are the articles I found interesting this week. Hopefully they carry you through.
But these days, developing a museum “brand” is a complicated chore. The visual identity of an arts institution has attract visitors and donors, and it also has to say something about the curatorial stance of a museum. That’s a difficult thing to convey in a single shape or form—and many museums, instead, are turning to “flexible” identities.
The question that Playboy is hoping to answer with its Playmate reboot is not exactly “what do women want?” It’s more “what do women want, that men will find acceptable?”
- Despite the new functionality existing on the mobile site, we still need to make it available to users of the desktop site. “How do we do this?” I hear you ask, with the use of wormholes!
- What with City Hall, the police, Toronto’s drug dealers, and every worthwhile newspaper playing a major role in the unraveling of this story, at this point, there is really only one cultural phenomenon that this real life clusterfuck can be compared to: The Wire. So here’s what Toronto’s embarrassingly insane political controversy has in common with the semi-fictional universe of David Simon’s Baltimore.
- I, too, am a woman who sometimes drinks too much and tells secrets. I, too, am vindictive; even manipulative. I’m a horrible driver. I cry too much, just like Elaine cries when she hears the Bubble Boy’s story. I make fun of people behind their backs. I always want a big salad, and I can never spare a square.
Ironically, it’s a yearning after perfection that sells untold millions of comic books to young male and female consumers the world over, so we ought to read Marvel’s Avengers films as a particularly ingenious bit of reverse psychology. If we actually took the lesson of Iron Man 3 and its ilk to heart, we too wouldblow up our personal anxieties.