Schizopolis

A tumbleblog by Jacob Harris (harrisj)
Jul 23
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I think he may have dislodged his monocle, he was waving his quill pen so violently.
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Two things will need to happen if the recent pace of innovation on the web is going to be sustained over the next few years. The next generation of services will need to have an impact on the real world and the real economy, not just an attention economy driven by self expression and discovery online. These new services will also need to reach real people, many of who use few if any web services today.
Jul 22
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But who is buying Paris’ cassettes? America’s 2.3 million prisoners. Which brings us to the second advantage of tape over compact disc: a tape can’t be broken apart and used as a shiv. Prisoners are allowed to have them. 60% of Paris’ business is in cassette tapes.
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Jul 21
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If you ever want to lose faith in humanity, read any comments section on the internet.
Jul 17
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The dearth of decent ideas designed to save newspapers—or reinvent them for the digital age in ways that preserve their crucial democratic functions—is curious and depressing. It’s curious because some of the smartest, most ambitious and most civic-minded people in America are deeply engaged with the problem. It is depressing because the only ones with the self-confidence to undertake radical measures appear to be completely off their respective rockers.
Jul 14
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Jul 10
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Reputation, Posterity and Cool are traps. They’ll drain the life from your life. Reputation, Posterity and Cool = Fear.
Jul 08
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Furthermore, I do not care if it gets the party started, if it’s off the chain, the hook, or the heezy, or if it’s THE jam or THE jawn of the summer or otherwise.
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Jul 07
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Facebook applications have begun to clutter up profile pages to the point that not only can’t I tell what’s new or interesting in my distant-friend’s lives, I have a hard time figuring out whether they’re still human or have been taken over by an alien-force who feeds solely by learning which Buffy character they are.
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This device isn’t a spaceship. It’s a time machine. It goes backwards. Forwards. It takes us to a place where we ache to go again. It’s not called The Wheel. It’s called The Carousel. It lets us travel the way a child travels, around and around, and back home again, to a place where we know we are loved.
— The heartrending climax Don Draper’s pitch for the Kodak Carousel slide projector, Mad Men: Pitch Perfect
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Alex at Brooklyn Bridge Park (via harrisj)
Alex at Brooklyn Bridge Park (via harrisj)
Jun 27
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I have to say one thing here: it is not fun to be with me. I like books and things. Tame: that is I. I get no kicks, fly no kites, play no games. Hops and pot are not my things. If you are here, I want you to go away.