This week I posted a silly video to Instagram of a flip book I made.
It started getting traffic. And likes. Tons of them.
When I poked around, it became clear they weren't 'real' accounts.
They had no posts or only a few, vague photos and bios. Nobody home.
I realized Instagram was "juicing" my post, to get me to think it had "traffic."
(Corey Doctorow likens this to the guy who 'wins' the big teddy bear at the carnival and carries it around, when the carny actually 'let' that person win so as to advertise the chance for the bear, and suck people into playing what is actually a futile ball-throwing game or some-such.)
Which just makes me appreciate YOU more,
you lovely, real, three-dimensional, non-pixelated person.
Just felt I had to say that.
No technology will ever replace art, or the reasons for making it.
I'm shipping out Sofa Stories, in its signed/numbered/limited-edition form, get you one today!
The salesgirl assured Kevin that he was a hat person. He wanted to believe her, so he did. He bought the hat. He woke up the next morning excited for the first Zoom call of the day. "I'm going to wear my hat!" he said to no one in particular in his studio apartment. He showered, brushed his teeth, poured himself a cup of coffee and sat down in front of his laptop. Before joining the Zoom he picked up his hat from next to the laptop and adjusted it in the mirror to his right. He connected with the 20 other people on the call. "Kevin, what the fuck is on your head?!" said Martha.
- From Sofa Stories
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The Typewriter Story
to be continued...
I don't know if you're familiar with Ricky Jay, the late famed card/magic genius, if not, there's a lovely documentary on him - anyway, here he is as a bunny, no idea why