I've been listening to fake guru voices, watching videos of charismatic new age leaders, and making cosmic GIFs for two months, nonstop, as a way to make amends for the emotional damage I inflicted on office drones a few months ago. This—Introspections.me—is the result. I feel like it's warped my mind.
As a quick but dramatic way to visualize changes in the landscape, Texas architect Samuel Aston Williams created GIFs out of aerial maps of American cities from the past thirty years. Watch developments spiderweb, woodlands disappear, grids fill in, water sources shrink, and roads extend forever, over and over again!
You are looking at, more or less, a portrait of the internet over an average 24 hours in 2012—higher usage in yellows and reds; lower in greens and blues—created by an anonymous researcher for the "Internet Census 2012" project. How, exactly, do you gather this much data? Well: not legally, that's for sure.
Florida Sen. Marco Rubio gave the Republican response to Obama's State of the Union speech tonight, and while he spoke a lot about protecting his neighbors and a son's love for his mother, he was really just very thirsty. Parched even. Mouth full of steel wool. Tongue is old velcro. Lips stuck to teeth.
There are only two true approaches to being in the audience at a major televised awards show, forever in conflict: full, 100-percent commitment to having the time of your life, and full, 100-percent commitment to not giving a shit. On Sunday night at the Grammys, Taylor Swift took the first path, and Jay-Z took the second, and those of us watching at home were far better for it.
What is Honey Boo Boo, if not America's greatest public intellectual? And what is Here Comes Honey Boo Boo, if not an audiovisual genealogy of continental philosophy? And what is the internet for, if not GIFs that combine high culture and low culture to reveal the instability at such a binary's heart, and also for cheap laughs?