"Fan fiction is a way of the culture repairing the damage done in a system where contemporary myths are owned by corporations instead of by the folk."

Henry Jenkins (Director of media studies at MIT)

(Source: quotesofquotes, via andibgoode)

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#writing #internet #fanfiction #writing is a technology that restructures thought #writing is a technology that restructures nations 

Self-portrait as a scene kid

@3 days ago with 4 notes
#self portrait #self-portrait #photo #me 
Self-portrait as a silhouette

Self-portrait as a silhouette

@1 week ago with 5 notes
#self portrait #me #my house #photo 
Self-portrait in the old fort.

Self-portrait in the old fort.

@1 week ago
#self portrait #my house #photography #photo #me 
Ink and pencil on matboard.

Ink and pencil on matboard.

@1 month ago with 1 note
#drawing 

The cowbirds are out in this, the first warm spell of the year. They silhouette themselves against the sky and proceed to puff themselves up. They then deflate with a hoarse squawk. It is as if the effort of their entire bodies, all the black feathers and the iridescent head, is required to produce the sound. For whom are they displaying: for females, or for other males? Is it an invitation or a warning?

They are not the only black birds at the feeder. They are joined by starlings, all of whom prefer to pipe and warble. There is a lone red-winged blackbird who makes no noise at all, but flutters back and forth from ground to twig, displaying his bright twin epaulettes.

The sparrows hold periodic disputes in the honeysuckle bush behind the overgrown playset. There will be a flurry of chatter and movement, all but invisible amongst the nondescript tan of the still-bare branches, and then they will all grow silent and take off as one.

Mourning doves twitter as they fly, as if the very act of leaving the ground alarms them. There is a word in Swedish that describes them perfectly, “fånig.” The word has no good translation in English. It means “silly,” generally speaking, but has a broad spectrum of definitions depending on the context. It can mean “oafish” or “childish,” “stupid” or “frivolous.” I think of the word as I watch mourning doves twitter nervously about, taking off in explosions of mauve feathers and frantic intermittent cooing.

@1 month ago with 2 notes
#writing #cowbirds #drabble #my writing 
self-portrait with wet hair (it’s getting long again)

self-portrait with wet hair (it’s getting long again)

@1 month ago with 2 notes
#self portrait #me #photo #gpoy #self-portrait 
Self-portrait as one of the Beastie Boys

Self-portrait as one of the Beastie Boys

@3 days ago with 4 notes
#self portrait #self-portrait #me #photo 
Daily comic, April 7

Daily comic, April 7

@1 week ago with 2 notes
#comic #drawing #doodle #me 
Self-portrait in the old fort.

Self-portrait in the old fort.

@1 week ago with 1 note
#self portrait #my house #photography #me 

"

A well-educated time traveller from 1914 enters a room divided in half by a curtain. A scientist tells him that his task is to ascertain the intelligence of whoever is on the other side of the curtain by asking whatever questions he pleases.

The traveller’s queries are answered by a voice with an accent that he does not recognize (twenty-first-century American English). The woman on the other side of the curtain has an extraordinary memory. She can, without much delay, recite any passage from the Bible or Shakespeare. Her arithmetic skills are astonishing—difficult problems are solved in seconds. She is also able to speak many foreign languages, though her pronunciation is odd. Most impressive, perhaps, is her ability to describe almost any part of the Earth in great detail, as though she is viewing it from the sky. She is also proficient at connecting seemingly random concepts, and when the traveller asks her a question like “How can God be both good and omnipotent?” she can provide complex theoretical answers.

Based on this modified Turing test, our time traveller would conclude that, in the past century, the human race achieved a new level of superintelligence. Using lingo unavailable in 1914, (it was coined later by John von Neumann) he might conclude that the human race had reached a “singularity”—a point where it had gained an intelligence beyond the understanding of the 1914 mind.

The woman behind the curtain, is, of course, just one of us. That is to say, she is a regular human who has augmented her brain using two tools: her mobile phone and a connection to the Internet and, thus, to Web sites like Wikipedia, Google Maps, and Quora. To us, she is unremarkable, but to the man she is astonishing. With our machines, we are augmented humans and prosthetic gods, though we’re remarkably blasé about that fact, like anything we’re used to. Take away our tools, the argument goes, and we’re likely stupider than our friend from the early twentieth century, who has a longer attention span, may read and write Latin, and does arithmetic faster.

The time-traveller scenario demonstrates that how you answer the question of whether we are getting smarter depends on how you classify “we.” This is why Thompson and Carr reach different results: Thompson is judging the cyborg, while Carr is judging the man underneath.

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If a Time Traveller Saw a Smartphone [x] (via wearethemakersofmanners)

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@2 weeks ago with 2282 notes
#time travel #technology #writing is a technology that restructures thought 
Marker on matboard.

Marker on matboard.

@1 month ago
#drawing 

jokes-on-c:

mid-atlanticridge your doppleganger is taking a 4th grade admissions test (or your younger doppleganger) and it is really weird / making me miss middle school.

Man, middle school. The thing I remember most (other than our slam books and doing a dance to Christina Aguilera’s “Come on Over” for that mini-talent show) is that I wore wooden clogs all the time and you could fucking hear me coming a mile away.

@1 month ago with 3 notes
#jokes-on-c #middle school #good times #?