It’s indicative of a much bigger problem. If I can disrupt your content distribution strategy from my iPhone, then maybe something is wrong with your content distribution strategy.Why Vox Media Took on @SavedYouaClick Over Tony Soprano Spoiler | New York Observer
Have you heard about the 1st Annual David Foster Wallace Conference? It’s put on by Illinois State University and will be held in Normal, IL on May 23, 2014. I reached out to them and asked if I could design the logo. This is what I came up with.
Just perfect. Hope I’m able to make it.
I get messages like this several times a month. And it never gets old.
And if you haven’t yet, watch the trailer for Let’s Do This: Facing Hodgkin Lymphoma and then “Like” the documentary on Facebook.
Because the Internet, Glover’s [a.k.a. Childish Gambino] second album, is about the postmodern Catch-22 of the telecommunication age, which (to put it somewhat reductively) is that millions of people are talking endlessly to millions of other people online about how alienated they feel from the bulk of human existence.Steven Hyden, Donald Glover’s 404 Error
#AdventDSM 10 | COMFORT
(David Foster Wallace, from Although Of Course You End Up Becoming Yourself: A Road Trip with David Foster Wallace, pp. 160-161)
#AdventDSM 09 | JOY
(David Foster Wallace, footnote in “Host” from Consider the Lobster and Other Essays, 294)
Mark O’Connell, The Dutch-Elm Disease of Creative Minds
To put it in the sort of simplistic terms that I’ll no doubt come to regret using: self-doubt is the best friend and the worst enemy of the writer. Because being a writer isn’t like being a tennis player or a boxer, where you presumably have to hunt down and ruthlessly eliminate the source of any flickering shadow of suspicion that you might not be destined for victory. As a writer, you have to take your own misgivings seriously; you have to attend, now and then, to the little voice in your head or the booming baritone in your gut that wishes you to know that what you are writing is entirely without value.
The trick, of course, is to know when to listen to it and when to tell it to shut its stupid fat face. I say this as someone who has never quite learned that particular trick. And so because I seem congenitally predisposed to doubt myself, I tend to err on the side of caution with these things; I tend to listen to what the inner critic is saying, on the assumption that it probably knows what it’s talking about.