Fuck the haters, I adore my friend Emily Gould's New York Times Magazine cover story, "Exposed." At the very least, it is a self-conscious achievement in emotional thoroughness. But it's more than that to me, at least. Among the several bits that I related to and/or flat-out loved, this one seems the most apropos right now:
The will to blog is a complicated thing, somewhere between inspiration and compulsion. It can feel almost like a biological impulse. You see something, or an idea occurs to you, and you have to share it with the Internet as soon as possible. What I didn’t realize was that those ideas and that urgency — and the sense of self-importance that made me think anyone would be interested in hearing what went on in my head — could just disappear.
I've been bad this week. I'll be better next. (Nothing is permanent). In the meantime:
1. Read Emily's article and argue about it with your Buddy List.
2. Visit Videogum because it is what happens when two of the funniest, most awesome people that I know are allowed to let their minds run rampant and stomp all over the Internet (containing it, of course, to one spot).
3. Watch this video that Tracie uploaded. I'm so happy to have this back in my life (you know I love me some Schappell twins). This remake of Reba McEntire's "Fear of Being Alone" (oh, irony, I do love you!) highlights the fact that Lori and
Dori Reba George Schappell are never less than a simultaneous triumph and train wreck. Fucking amazing. Among their dualities, that might be the greatest.
4. Rejoice, because it's summertime, motherfuckers! (Unofficially, I know, but here. I'll make it official.)
Better next week. For real. Promise.