Tim Minchin – Commencement Speech

1. You Don’t Have To Have A Dream. 
Americans on talent shows always talk about their dreams. Fine, if you have something that you’ve always dreamed of, like, in your heart, go for it! After all, it’s something to do with your time… chasing a dream. And if it’s a big enough one, it’ll take you most of your life to achieve, so by the time you get to it and are staring into the abyss of the meaninglessness of your achievement, you’ll be almost dead so it won’t matter.

I never really had one of these big dreams. And so I advocate passionate dedication to the pursuit of short-term goals. Be micro-ambitious. Put your head down and work with pride on whatever is in front of you… you never know where you might end up. Just be aware that the next worthy pursuit will probably appear in your periphery. Which is why you should be careful of long-term dreams. If you focus too far in front of you, you won’t see the shiny thing out the corner of your eye. Right? Good. Advice. Metaphor. Look at me go.

2. Don’t Seek Happiness
Happiness is like an orgasm: if you think about it too much, it goes away. Keep busy and aim to make someone else happy, and you might find you get some as a side effect. We didn’t evolve to be constantly content. Contented Australophithecus Afarensis got eaten before passing on their genes.

3. Remember, It’s All Luck 
You are lucky to be here. You were incalculably lucky to be born, and incredibly lucky to be brought up by a nice family that helped you get educated and encouraged you to go to Uni. Or if you were born into a horrible family, that’s unlucky and you have my sympathy… but you were still lucky: lucky that you happened to be made of the sort of DNA that made the sort of brain which – when placed in a horrible childhood environment – would make decisions that meant you ended up, eventually, graduating Uni. Well done you, for dragging yourself up by the shoelaces, but you were lucky. You didn’t create the bit of you that dragged you up. They’re not even your shoelaces.

I suppose I worked hard to achieve whatever dubious achievements I’ve achieved … but I didn’t make the bit of me that works hard, any more than I made the bit of me that ate too many burgers instead of going to lectures while I was here at UWA.

Understanding that you can’t truly take credit for your successes, nor truly blame others for their failures will humble you and make you more compassionate.

Empathy is intuitive, but is also something you can work on, intellectually.

4. Exercise
I’m sorry, you pasty, pale, smoking philosophy grads, arching your eyebrows into a Cartesian curve as you watch the Human Movement mob winding their way through the miniature traffic cones of their existence: you are wrong and they are right. Well, you’re half right – you think, therefore you are… but also: you jog, therefore you sleep well, therefore you’re not overwhelmed by existential angst. You can’t be Kant, and you don’t want to be.

Play a sport, do yoga, pump iron, run… whatever… but take care of your body. You’re going to need it. Most of you mob are going to live to nearly a hundred, and even the poorest of you will achieve a level of wealth that most humans throughout history could not have dreamed of. And this long, luxurious life ahead of you is going to make you depressed!

But don’t despair! There is an inverse correlation between depression and exercise. Do it. Run, my beautiful intellectuals, run. And don’t smoke. Natch.

5. Be Hard On Your Opinions 
A famous bon mot asserts that opinions are like arse-holes, in that everyone has one. There is great wisdom in this… but I would add that opinions differ significantly from arse-holes, in that yours should be constantly and thoroughly examined.

We must think critically, and not just about the ideas of others. Be hard on your beliefs. Take them out onto the verandah and beat them with a cricket bat. Be intellectually rigorous. Identify your biases, your prejudices, your privilege.

Most of society’s arguments are kept alive by a failure to acknowledge nuance. We tend to generate false dichotomies, then try to argue one point using two entirely different sets of assumptions, like two tennis players trying to win a match by hitting beautifully executed shots from either end of separate tennis courts.

By the way, while I have science and arts grads in front of me: please don’t make the mistake of thinking the arts and sciences are at odds with one another. That is a recent, stupid, and damaging idea. You don’t have to be unscientific to make beautiful art, to write beautiful things.

If you need proof: Twain, Adams, Vonnegut, McEwen, Sagan, Shakespeare, Dickens. For a start.

You don’t need to be superstitious to be a poet. You don’t need to hate GM technology to care about the beauty of the planet. You don’t have to claim a soul to promote compassion.

Science is not a body of knowledge nor a system of belief; it is just a term which describes humankind’s incremental acquisition of understanding through observation. Science is awesome.

The arts and sciences need to work together to improve how knowledge is communicated. The idea that many Australians – including our new PM and my distant cousin Nick – believe that the science of anthropogenic global warming is controversial, is a powerful indicator of the extent of our failure to communicate. The fact that 30% of this room just bristled is further evidence still. The fact that that bristling is more to do with politics than science is even more despairing.

6. Be a teacher.
Please? Please be a teacher. Teachers are the most admirable and important people in the world. You don’t have to do it forever, but if you’re in doubt about what to do, be an amazing teacher. Just for your twenties. Be a primary school teacher. Especially if you’re a bloke – we need male primary school teachers. Even if you’re not a Teacher, be a teacher. Share your ideas. Don’t take for granted your education. Rejoice in what you learn, and spray it.

7. Define Yourself By What You Love
I’ve found myself doing this thing a bit recently, where, if someone asks me what sort of music I like, I say “well I don’t listen to the radio because pop lyrics annoy me”. Or if someone asks me what food I like, I say “I think truffle oil is overused and slightly obnoxious”. And I see it all the time online, people whose idea of being part of a subculture is to hate Coldplay or football or feminists or the Liberal Party. We have tendency to define ourselves in opposition to stuff; as a comedian, I make a living out of it. But try to also express your passion for things you love. Be demonstrative and generous in your praise of those you admire. Send thank-you cards and give standing ovations. Be pro-stuff, not just anti-stuff.

8. Respect People With Less Power Than You.
I have, in the past, made important decisions about people I work with – agents and producers – based largely on how they treat wait staff in restaurants. I don’t care if you’re the most powerful cat in the room, I will judge you on how you treat the least powerful. So there.

9. Don’t Rush.
You don’t need to already know what you’re going to do with the rest of your life. I’m not saying sit around smoking cones all day, but also, don’t panic. Most people I know who were sure of their career path at 20 are having midlife crises now.

I said at the beginning of this ramble that life is meaningless. It was not a flippant assertion. I think it’s absurd: the idea of seeking “meaning” in the set of circumstances that happens to exist after 13.8 billion years worth of unguided events. Leave it to humans to think the universe has a purpose for them. However, I am no nihilist. I am not even a cynic. I am, actually, rather romantic. And here’s my idea of romance:

You will soon be dead. Life will sometimes seem long and tough and, god, it’s tiring. And you will sometimes be happy and sometimes sad. And then you’ll be old. And then you’ll be dead.

There is only one sensible thing to do with this empty existence, and that is: fill it.

And in my opinion (until I change it), life is best filled by learning as much as you can about as much as you can, taking pride in whatever you’re doing, having compassion, sharing ideas, running(!), being enthusiastic. And then there’s love, and travel, and wine, and sex, and art, and kids, and giving, and mountain climbing … but you know all that stuff already.

It’s an incredibly exciting thing, this one, meaningless life of yours. Good luck.

Thank you for indulging me.”

Best of San Francisco

Restaurants
Rosamunde
Zaytoun
Myriad
Prather Ranch Meat Company
The Hall
Coqueta
B44
Cafe Bastille
Maven
Mission Beach Cafe
Chow
Techo de Lolina
Starbelly
Italian Homemade Company
Oren’s Hummus Shop (Palo Alto)
Grove
Roam
Mac Daddy

Pizza
Mozzeria
Delfina
Golden Boy
Una Pizza Napoletana
Il Casaro

Indian/Pakistani Restaurants
Pakwan
Curry Up Now
Holy Kitchen
Little Delhi
Udupi Palace
Mehfil

Bars & Cafes
Dolores Park Cafe
20 Spot
Magnolia Brewing Company
Smuggler’s Cove
Sycamore
Two Sisters
Cafe Le Soleil
The Mill
Trouble
Cafe Flore
El Rio
St Vincent Tavern
Radio club havana
Latin American Club
Elixir
500 Club
Zeitgeist
Mission Pie
Cafe St Jorge
Vesuvio
Mario’s
La Vie
Artis Cafe
Atlas Cafe
Farley’s
Cafe La Vie
Pagan Idol

Bakeries
Thorough Bread & Pastry
Tartine
B. Patisserie
Devil’s Teeth Bakery
Schubert’s Bakery
Stella Pastry & Cafe
Batter
Brioche
Stella Pastry & Cafe
Victoria Pastry
Krispy Kreme (Daly City)
Chantal Guillon
Choux Bakery
Sift

Stores
826 Valencia
5 Star Chocolate Truffles
XOX Truffles
Flora Grubb Gardens
Krispy Kreme (Daly City)
Cinta Aveda Institute
Heath Ceramics (+Sausalito sale)

Views
Twin Peaks
Bernal Heights
Grizzly Peak (Berkeley)
Coit Tower

Places
Belden Place
V.C. Morris Gallery
Incline Gallery
Ferry Building (& Farmers Market)
Filbert steps
Calzone’s (people watching)
Cottage Row
Magnolia Gastropub

Bookstores
Dog Eared Books
Alexander Books
Green Apple Books
Books inc
Aardvark Books
City Lights
Christopher’s books
Folio Books
Mrs Dalloway

Miscellaneous
Off The Grid – Picnic in the Presidio
New Alamo Drafthouse Cinema
Castro Theater
Roxie

East Bay
Gregoire
Tigerlily
Elmwood District
Rockridge Market Hall

Pending
A16
Firebrand Bakery
Elite Cafe
Zanze
Belga
Fiorella
Del Popolo
Free Tours By Foot
San Francisco City Guides
E Tutto Qua
Delessio Market Bakery

 

Best of Madrid

Walking Tour 1 — Opera, Latina, Huertas
Walking Tour 2 — Gran Via, Sol, Retiro (coming)
Walking Tour 3 — Conde Duque, Malasañna, Chueca (coming)

Top 3 restaurants
La Musa (fusion tapas)
Il Regno di Napoli (thin crust pizzas)
Cafeteria HD (burgers)

Bars, Cafes and Restaurants

Pez Baker
Afri’s cookies
Mür Cafe
Lata de Sardinas
Mama Framboise
Latita
Harina
Lateral
La Central (bookshop and cafe)
Il Cratere del Gusto
Gumbo
Maricastaña
Aio
Circo
Naïf
Cocina de mi vecina
Olive
Dionysos
Con 2 Fogones
Home Burger
La Rue
Baobab
Happy Day
Frutal
Cacao Sampaka
Roll
Cafe Federal
Crumb
Rey de Tallarines
Taqueria Mi Ciudad
Anticafe
La Mantequeria
Subiendo al Sur
Jardin Secreto
Oreio
Ojala
La cajita de Nori
La Taberna de Huertas
Estocolmo
Los Olvidados
Café Moderno
El Horno de Santos
Yokaloka
Toma Cafe
La Central

Markets
Mercado Il de Fonso
Mercado San Anton
Mercado San Miguel

Plazas
Plaza dos de Mayo
Plaza Comendadores + Calle Cristo + Plaza Guardias de Corps
Plaza Il San de Fonso
Plaza Mayor
Plaza Santa Ana
Puerta del Sol

Rooftop bars and views
Gau&Cafe
Corte Ingles Gourmet Experience Callao
Apartosuites Gambini bar
Parque de las 7 tetas / Cerro del Tío Pío

Shops
La Central

Best of Paris

Walking Tour
Tal’s Best of Paris Walking Tour
— on Google Maps

1. Shakespeare&Co
2. Notre Dame de Paris
3. Glaces Berthillon
4. Village St Paul
5. Place des Vosges
6. Rue des Rosiers
7. Centre Pompidou
8. Rue du Rivoli
9. Louvre
10. Pont St Neuf
11. Cour du Commerce St André des Arts
12. Boulevard St Germain
13. Institut du Monde Arabe terrace

* Obviously, go see Montmartre, l’Arc de Triomphe, Champs Elysées, the Eiffel Tower too.

Cafes & Food
Le Coquelicot
Les 2 Moulins
Glaces Berthillon
Ann’s Cookies
L’As du Falafel
Berko cupcakes
Le Boul’mich
Cafe Cosi
Creperie des Arts
Odette
Merci
La Jacobine
Le Relais Odeon
Un Dimanche a Paris
Cafe Poushkine
Cafe de la Gare
Cafe les Etages (St Germain)
Du Pain et des Idées
Le Relais Gascon
Botak Cafe*
Anticafe

Restaurants
La Panfoulia
Marcel (Indian)
Mama Shelter
Pink Flamingo
Grazie

Bars
Candelaria (hidden bar behind the tacos)
Sherry Butt

Sights
Village St Paul
Le Musée du Monde Arabe**
Pont de l’Archevêché***
Passage du Grand Cerf
Promenade Plantée / Coulée Verte

Hubs
Cours du Commerce St André
Ile St Louis
Place du Tertre
Canal St Martin
Place des Vosges
Rue de Montmartre / Montorgeuil
Place du Marché Sainte Catherine

Shops
Shakespeare & Co
La Cure Gourmande
Merci (expensive but cool store)
Fleux

* Order the Agua de Valencia
** Take the elevator up to the rooftop for a free view of the city.
*** Surprise your girlfriend by attaching a lock with your names to this bridge.

Best of Lisbon

Cafes / bars
Royale Cafe
Cruzes Credo
Pois, Café
Kaffeehaus
Vertigo Cafe
Noobai
Cafe Tati
Ler Devagar
Antiga Confeitaria de Belém
Pasteleria Alfama Doce
Bar da Velha Senhora
Pensão Amor
Pavilhao Chines

Restaurants
Cafe Buenos Aires
Cruzes Credo
To B. Burgers

Sights
Elevador da Bica
Hotel do Chiado*
Convento do Carmo
Santa Justa Lift
Praca do Comercio
Tram 28

Castelo de Sao Jorge
Padrao dos Descobrimentos (Belem)

Miradors
Miradouro das Portas do Sol
Miradouro de Gracia
Miradouro de Santa Luzia
Miradouro da Senhora do Monte

Hubs
LX Factory
Cais do Sobre

Shops
A vida Portuguesa
Livraria Betrand
Ler Devagar

Tours
We Hate Tourism**

* Go up to the top floor, walk left to the end of the hallway, you’ll find a terrace at the end to your right. Bring wine, a blanket, and enjoy the night view of Alfama and the castle for free.

** I normally stay miles away from tours. But these guys are insanely cool. Also, they will drive across Lisbon’s hills like madmen in a massive black military jeep.

Another day in the Summer of Antwerp

Antwerp is… just wow.

I know Europe sounds like a smorgasbord of Paris, Barcelona and London, but it is not.
Paris, and I should know, can not offer you… experiences. It offers sights, and moments of ‘oh my god I’m in Paris’, but you will always be mere spectator. Paris does not need you and it lets you know it, even as you’re stepping on your last metro to the airport, it will say ‘Attention a la marche’ mechanically for what is not not only the umpteenth time, but once more in an infinite series of times to come. Paris, in short, makes for great pictures of places half the planet has visited before you, and will do so long after you’re gone. (and Barcelona is really just a souvenir shop of tapas and… did I say tapas already?)

Antwerp, on the other hand, is made of you, and me, and it will call for your participation on a daily basis. Zomer van Antwerpen (Summer of Antwerp) does not lay out iron towers for you to wait in line and climb. It builds hippie communes in the woods right outside the centre, and says ‘Hey guys, we sort of patched together these hammocks, wooden platforms, benches and a bar out of re-used scrap. And, we thought you might be hungry too, so we’ve got this little volunteer kitchen going with world food at prices even your mom can’t compete with. And you know what would make it even cooler? If you’d bring some picnic cloth or wine or mainly, yourself and your friends’. And so we do. Every summer. We, heart-feltly cool people of Antwerp, show up to enjoy each other’s company. It just so happens the city of Antwerp built us a few circus tents and fireplaces and trade-as-you-wish book shelves.

The rest… is familiar.
Raph shows up at my door. I jump in his car. I throw his USB stick somewhere to the back of the car and plug in my iPhone. Today, Frightened Rabbits – The Modern Leper, so loud we couldn’t even hear ourselves honk. Park the car on the river side where every year, the Cirque du Soleil swings by for chocolate and giggles. We go into town.

We open random travel guides at random pages at the Fnac, and discuss the merits of Cuzco over Hanoi. We toy around with speakers on demo and comment a Philip Roth book or two. We’ll grab a sandwich at Panos and mention, for the 100th time, that we really should find an even cooler place to lunch, ever since the too-good-to-be-true Vapiano chain closed its Antwerp branch, for reasons beyond our comprehension; it was always packed with kindred souls.

We’ll walk down the antiquaries street and today, discovered an art gallery slash french cuisine slash limited fashion store slash music shop slash we’re-psyched-you-love-it-but-please,-no-pictures-locale. We nod in complicity and ambulate around the place in childlike wonder. Raph or I or both will shout across the store once more that Antwerp just doesn’t compare, and 8 minutes of hopping later, Raph will say ‘On bouge mec?’, and I’ll say ‘yep, let’s roll’, and onwards we go. Enter the Diesel store, even though even their armbands are beyond our budget and joke about how making you feel inferior is part of the clerk’s job description. We’ll still flip a price tag or two just to fuel our jokes. On and on, we’ll explore our own city in a non-stop mixture of familiarity and incomprehensible surprise. Either the walls move when we’re not looking, or this city is just alive in ways we can’t keep up with. Three stores later, Raph correctly points out we’re not in a buying mood at all, sales or no sales. I’ll say ‘okay sure, let’s hit Zomerbar, but first I need to get my glasses tended to’.

We’ll march over to Theo, the Belgian brand of glasses deluxe, where, though I didn’t buy mine at their store nor did the previous glassmaker fit my lenses particularly well into the frame (or so Theo’s friendly clerk will point out, with a sigh reserved for the love of craftsmanship and the pain of lack thereof) they will happily fix me up. The lady will first look at me, front and back, to determine just how well my glasses currently fit me. Then she’ll remove them from my head (a sensory experience I only otherwise experience when a girl takes them off from me in bed), and head back behind the counter where she will minutiously proceed to shape them back to perfection like the gentlest of chiropractors. She will charge me nothing for it. Why would she. We’ve just collectively made the realm of designerly glasses a better place. It’s a win-win-win situation, an outcome embedded in the blueprint of this town’s psyche. On to the Zomerbar.

We’ll order fresh mint tee, then fancy the day’s penne dish with salmon sauce, then I’ll ask for a plate with just bread and humus, though neither figure on the day’s menu, and get charged ridiculously symbolic prices for it, then come back for a coconut lemongrass curry as I strike up a conversation with the guy that I mistook for last night’s guy, but no, apparently ‘tapas guy’ only comes in at 21.00.

Then back to the hammocks for more semi-siestas, in between hilarious statements (not unlike our facebook statuses) and barely audible music from my iPhone that I craftily got to hold steady on a randomly cut tree trunk. It is not a chair. It is not a table either. It is, along with the cushion-filled potatoe bag currently serving as a nearby kid’s toy, a something-something that the city of Antwerp and the organizers of Zomerbar must have considered ‘perhaps fun to have lying around’, for purposes later to be defined by the people of Antwerp themselves. In Paris, such potato bag would come labeled as ‘Ceci n’est pas fait pour s’asseoir dessus’, whereas in Antwerp, the chief commander of potato bag utilization is a 6 year old with endearing ADHD, otherwise referred to as ‘Kids who like to play extra long’ here where I grew up.

We’ll stay long enough to be part of the regular crowd, agree that the dreadlocked bartender is cute as fuck, comment once more that was makes this place truly magical, is the fact that people age 65 or 15 show up and find each other’s presence ‘cool’. And remember how last night, we stroke up a conversation with this 50-something teacher who overheard our french and toasted hers and her husband + friends couple mojitos to our youth, and how we wondered just how much of our outspoken sexual and depraved chat she just understood. Ponder that for a minute, then pick up the conversation again right where we left it, on the subject of male jealousy and the scenario’s in which breaking a barstool on somebody’s back is a respectful act of communication, really. Then too, we might feel like moving ventures, and at my request, Raph will scout the internet on his blackberry (which I christened ‘the fat poo of a nigger’ for its black ugliness), and conclude that there doesn’t seem to be much playing at the cinemas tonight. But we’re in doubt.

And we do feel like being entertained. So we’ll drive right back up in the car and drive home so he could grab his macbook so we could go online so we could watch trailers of movies to watch. 20 minutes later, all in his car, Natasha, we’ll watch an episode of The Office, the one where Dwight gives a Mussolini-like speech to an audience of salesmen. Then we’ll lie comatose in his car some more, to the soundtrack of Mumford and Sons. Then hunger will strike, and I’ll explain that I’m in dire need of Red Bulls (plural), because my last night’s experiment of sleeping in his car so as not to wake up my mom did not afford me much sleep (though fantastic dreams).

Another ten more minutes of comatose staring at the dashboard windows and we’ll make a snap decision. We should eat healthy, dismissing the Quick hamburger joint nearby. We used to hang there all the time, the perfect meeting point at walking distance from his and my house. Sometimes bring a guitar, sometimes just for girl talk. But hey, we’re hungry for healthy stuff, and it doesn’t take long to happily admit that, again, no one will better cater to our needs than the Zomerbar.

Drive back up there, park the car, walk inside, wait in line, get the evening’s dish, canteen style, join more strangers at a table, get called up by his parents, they’re here too, near the bar. Come by, say hi, they came with his little cousin, who Raph swears she’ll soon break hearts, and I think ‘wow, three generations at one table’. And as if to drive the point further, his father laughingly announces that Raph’s grandma, age 96, recently decided she’d like to find herself a new lover. (I am not making this up). Off we go. To the Dansing Chocolate, our favourite cafe.

We still haven’t seen the end of Knocked Up (the movie we started watching last night in his car until I dozed off and told him to just leave me on the backseat with his car’s keys, and we’ll meet again in the morning.) We show up at the cafe after I grabbed a Red Bull at the Pakistani shop and search for table nearby an electricity plug. Open up the MacBook, let Raph order a beer and start the movie again. Watch it some more until a deliriously hot girl enters the cafe. It is God’s obscene tease. Raph tires of the movie and I say ‘then let’s move cuz I’m cold at this table’ and sit ourselves down so that I could afford a better view. Another round of mint thee and we talk of women. Drinks were had. I saw panties. Had to drink my mint thee with my eyes covered so as not to stare. They left. We stayed some more. I’d accentuate the often hilarious punchlines we nailed by slamming my fist on the table. Then go get another handful of M&M’s from the counter. Off we go.

Back to the car. Another round of The Modern Leper, so loud… so good. We’re almost home. I quickly tune in The Killer’s – Read my mind. We arrive home but I insist Raph parks a bit further away so as not to make my dog bark as I segue into the When you were young. We shout the lyrics at the top of our lungs and agree to meet at 10 AM at the tram stop tomorrow morning. We’re taking the same train to Delft. He’s visiting Monique, my former accomplice in lingerie and sex talk, and now Raph’s. As for me… another day, another town. I’ve got stuff to do in every European country anyway. And I come online to find Gilberto on Gchat, my mexican hombre who got a grant to study in NYC. I’ll come visit. Right now, I need to sleep. It’s just another day Antwerp.

3.53 AM.

—Originally posted on Facebook on the 18th of July 2010

Tal’s latest longreads

How Google builds its maps—and what it means for the future of everything.
An exclusive look inside Ground Truth, the secretive program to build the world’s best accurate maps. (via Alberto Romero)
http://www.theatlantic.com/technology/archive/2012/09/how-google-builds-its-maps-and-what-it-means-for-the-future-of-everything/261913/

How Apple and Amazon security flaws led to my epic hacking
A writer loses everything on his iPhone, his iPad and his Mac—including all of the photos from the first year and a half of his daughter’s life—after a hacker infiltrates his Amazon, Apple, Gmail and Twitter accounts.
http://www.wired.com/gadgetlab/2012/08/apple-amazon-mat-honan-hacking/all/?src=longreads

A man walks into a bank
Patrick Combs deposits a junk-mail cheque for $95,000 – for a joke. The bank actually cashes it.
http://www.ft.com/cms/s/2/93a47a62-daf0-11e1-8074-00144feab49a.html#axzz282Y2SOdW

Global copycats: the sincerest form of flattery
A profile of Oliver Samwer and his web copycat factory in Berlin, which specializes in building knockoff websites inspired by growing American startups—then, sometimes, selling them back to the original company
http://www.inc.com/magazine/201206/max-chafkin/oliver-samwer-european-king-of-the-company-cloners.html

What’s so bad about a boy who wants to wear a dress?
On gender-variant kids, and their parents.
http://www.nytimes.com/2012/08/12/magazine/whats-so-bad-about-a-boy-who-wants-to-wear-a-dress.html?_r=3&hp&pagewanted=all&

The Disappeared
How the fatwa changed the life of Salman Rushdie, author of The Satanic Verses.
http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2012/09/17/120917fa_fact_rushdie?currentPage=all&src=longreads&buffer_share=8fc12

What Happened to Diaspora, the ‘Facebook Killer’?
It’s Complicated.
http://motherboard.vice.com/2012/10/2/what-happened-to-the-facebook-killer-it-s-complicated

The kindness of beasts
Are animals capable of moral behaviour?
http://www.aeonmagazine.com/being-human/mark-rowlands-animal-morality/

Crushing Debt Drove Me to Kosovo — And Then to Iraq
A man with $90,000 in debt makes some hard decisions about his life—starting with a trip to Kosovo for an IT job.
http://thebillfold.com/2012/09/crushing-debt-drove-me-to-kosovo-and-then-to-iraq/?src=longreads

Obama’s Way
Lewis follows the president for six months—joining him for basketball pickup games, a trip on Air Force One, and inside a decision on how to handle Libya.
http://www.vanityfair.com/politics/2012/10/michael-lewis-profile-barack-obama?src=longreads

How Much Tech Can One City Take?
San Francisco struggles for its soul.
http://www.modernluxury.com/san-francisco/story/how-much-tech-can-one-city-take

Reinsurers and the God clause
On the insurer’s insurer and calculating the risk of modern catastrophe.
http://www.bloomberg.com/news/2011-09-01/sept-11-teaches-reinsurers-about-catastrophe-planning-the-god-clause-.html

Tal’s latest longreads

Professors Without Borders
How Udacity, Coursera and other online universities are changing the way we learn—and changing who has access to higher education.
http://www.prospectmagazine.co.uk/magazine/online-universities-udacity-grand-challenge-david-stavens-dave-evans/

I Used to Love Her, But I Had to Flee Her
The psychic benefits of leaving New York city.
http://gawker.com/5922392/i-used-to-love-her-but-i-had-to-flee-her-on-leaving-new-york

Hearing the Voice of God
A look at anthropologist Tanya Lurhmann, and on how it is possible for people to experience the voice of a higher being.
http://alumni.stanford.edu/get/page/magazine/article/?article_id=54818

The Audition
On a percussionist’s nerve-wracking audition for the Boston Symphony Orchestra
http://www.bostonmagazine.com/articles/2012/06/boston-symphony-orchestra-audition/print/

Into the light
After losing his sight at age 3, Michael May went on to become the first blind CIA agent, set a world record for downhill skiing, and start a successful Silicon Valley company. Then he got the chance to see again.
http://www.esquire.com/features/ESQ0605BLIND_114

Our Billionaire Philanthropists
Bill Gates and George Soros are handing out billions, but there are downsides to foundation giving.
http://www.theawl.com/2012/06/our-billionaire-philanthropists

On Seeing a Sex Surrogate
The story of a man with polio dealing with his sexual desire and his perceieved physical and romantic inadequacy.
http://noteasybeingred.tumblr.com/post/16646893808/on-seeing-a-sex-surrogate-mark-obrian

Vanishing Voices
There are roughly 7,000 languages in the world, but 78 percent of the world’s population only speaks the 85 largest languages. Thousands of languages are on the edge of disappearing.
http://ngm.nationalgeographic.com/2012/07/vanishing-languages/rymer-text

The Busy Trap
Almost everyone I know is busy. It’s not as if any of us wants to live like this; it’s something we collectively force one another to do.
http://opinionator.blogs.nytimes.com/2012/06/30/the-busy-trap/#

Girls Love Me
On the next Justin Bieber, 16-year-old Austin Mahone, and how pop stars are made.
http://www.texasmonthly.com/cms/printthis.php?file=feature3.php&issue=2012-06-01

The Battle Over Climate Science
Inside the increasingly hostile global warming debate. (MUST READ)
http://m.popsci.com/science/article/2012-06/battle-over-climate-change?single-page-view=true

Inbox Zero Tactics

Was asked what my zero-inbox method is (from years of fine tuning).
Short story:
1. Auto-archive filter&label combo
2. Enable Send&Archive + Auto-advance to next email
3. Periodically archive those sticky unanswered emails at the bottom.

Detailed method below:

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Ah, you want to tackle ye old gmail beast…
Basically, the aim is to make your inbox a) personal and b) a to-do list. None of that ‘automated confirmation mail’ crap that you neither care about nor can do much with.

Here’s my list of tactics:

1. Filter filter filter.
The most useful filter/label combo I use is called ‘Automated mails’. Everything from Amazon to iTunes to any sort of email update/newsletter goes there. Filter actions are ‘archive (skip the inbox) and label ‘automated mails’. Also, I make sure to put all my labels ‘below the fold’ (the little ‘more’ in the left column in gmail). Avoids unnecessary distraction.
—This principle can be expanded to other labels like ‘Travel stuff’ (ryanair-type itinerary emails), etc.

2. Archive archive archive
a) Enable ‘Send&Archive’ in your gmail labs settings.
This is the 2n biggest tactic. Everything in your inbox, you answer and archive at once. Even if you expect a reply. Let that reply take care of coming back to your inbox. Your job is to archive everything out of sight.
b) Enable ‘Auto-advance’ in labs and set to ‘next email’. That lets me start at the bottom of my inbox, reply, jump to next, reply, just to next, archiving my way to the top. By the time you’re done, everything’s gone

3. Once you’ve got these 2 steps down, you’ll notice there’s a kind of ‘sediment’ of mails that just stick at the bottom. Stuff you don’t quite get around answering but don’t wanna archive out of sight yet. That’s okay for a while (sometimes you’re just busy), but if you see they just stay there forever, take a deep breath and archive them too. Trust in your ability to search and find them back should you one day wake up at 3 AM with an urge to answer them after all.

That’s pretty much it. Start with zero-tolerance filters (until you only get emails in your inbox from people you care about) and use the send&archive button till kingdom comes.

Tal’s latest longreads

Guess What’s Cooking in the Garage
The next big breakthrough in synthetic biology just might come from an amateur scientist
http://www.popsci.com/science/article/2012-05/guess-whats-cooking-garage?single-page-view=true

What Facebook Knows
The company’s social scientists are hunting for insights about human behavior.
http://www.technologyreview.com/featured-story/428150/what-facebook-knows/

Welcome to America, Please Be On Time
What guide books tell foreign visitors to the U.S.
http://www.theatlantic.com/international/archive/2012/06/welcome-to-america-please-be-on-time-what-guide-books-tell-foreign-visitors-to-the-us/257993/

The Cult of Smartness
How Meritocracy Is Failing America
http://www.theatlantic.com/politics/archive/2012/06/why-our-elites-are-failing-us-and-how-to-fix-it/258492/#

The Many Pivots Of Justin.tv
How a livecam show became home to video gaming superstars
http://www.fastcompany.com/magazine/167/justin-kan-justin.tv

Letter to Emily White at NPR: All Songs Considered
A professional musician calls for a rethinking of how we value (and pay) artists in the digital era.
http://thetrichordist.wordpress.com/2012/06/18/letter-to-emily-white-at-npr-all-songs-considered/

How Many Stephen Colberts Are There?
There used to be just two Stephen Colberts, and they were hard enough to distinguish. The main difference was that one thought the other was an idiot.
http://www.nytimes.com/2012/01/08/magazine/stephen-colbert.html?_r=1&pagewanted=all

Raph and Tal’s Choice – Best of Antwerp

Sights
St Anna tunnel
Brandtpark
‘t Steen
Vlaeykensgang
Antwerp Zoo
Central Station
Hendrik Conscienceplein
MAS (Museum Aan de Stroom)
Cartoons cinema
Photomuseum
Rubens huis
Cogels Osylei
Het Elfde Gebod

Hubs
Kammenstraat
Marnixplein
De Meir
Museumplein
Draakplaats
Hoogstraat
Kloosterstraat
Zurenborg

Sleeping
Nul sterren pension
Enich Anders

Cafes/bars/restaurants
Dansing Chocola
Zomerbar
De Muze
Kaptein Zeppos
Heksenketel
‘t Zeezicht
Vertigo
Cafe Stanley
Wattman
Moskou
Wagamama
Beni Falafel
Bar Italia
Nomade
Momade cupcakes
Desiré de Lille
Grand Café Horta
Cafe internazionale
FinJAN
Patine wijnbistro
Caffènation
Baked
Escobar
Orso
Vitrine
Civilta Del Bere

Stores
RA
‘t Stad Leest
TseTse comics
Chocolatier Goossens

Markets
Vogelmarkt
Vrijdagmarkt

Selected Longreads

I can’t remember how I discovered Longreads.com but I fell in love.
Then came Instapaper, and Longform.org, and before long, I started mailing my colleagues the best longreads I came across every few weeks.
I’ll start posting them here too, but let’s catch up first, shall we?

How companies learn your secrets
The power of habits in guiding our behavior—and how companies like Target have used customer data to create new buying habits
http://www.nytimes.com/2012/02/19/magazine/shopping-habits.html

Man as machine
The early days of robots. The Age of Enlightenment inspired inventors like Jacques de Vaucanson to create ever more realistic machines that mimicked human behavior
http://www.wilsonquarterly.com/article.cfm?AID=2056

Quentin Rowan, a.k.a. Q. R. Markham, Plagiarism Addict
How Quentin Rowan went from aspiring writer to serial plagiarist—and how everything unraveled after the publication of his spy novel, Assassin of Secrets
http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2012/02/13/120213fa_fact_widdicombe?currentPage=all

The caging of America
Why do we lock up so many people?
http://www.newyorker.com/arts/critics/atlarge/2012/01/30/120130crat_atlarge_gopnik?currentPage=all

The secret life of bees
The world’s leading expert on bee behavior discovers the secrets of decision-making in a swarm
http://www.smithsonianmag.com/science-nature/The-Secret-Life-of-Bees.html

Those fabulous confabs
Smart talk has never been such a valuable commodity. It’s spawned conferences like TED, Davos, and now a slew of upstart competitors.
It has made the eighteen‑minute TED lecture a viral online phenomenon. But are we running out of things to say?
http://nymag.com/print/?/news/features/ted-conferences-2012-3/

Twitter, the startup that wouldn’t die
Inside CEO Dick Costolo’s efforts to perfect the company’s revenue model and compete with Google and Facebook for ad dollars
http://nymag.com/print/?/news/features/ted-conferences-2012-3/

The zen of Woody Allen
The three N’s so often used to describe the public Allen are nebbishy, nervous and neurotic. But the contrast between the Woody character and the “real” Allen is never more in focus than when he’s on the set, directing.
http://www.washingtonpost.com/national/on-leadership/the-zen-of-woody-allen/2012/02/22/gIQAllZuXR_story.html

How one response to a Reddit query became a big budget flick
James Erwin responded to a Reddit thread wondering what would happen if the U.S. Marines battled the Roman Empire.
http://www.wired.com/underwire/2012/03/ff_reddit/all/1

Where’s _why?
What happened when one of the world’s most unusual, and beloved, computer programmers disappeared.
http://www.slate.com/articles/technology/technology/2012/03/where_s_why

The grandmaster experiment 
How did one family produce three of the most successful female chess champions ever?
http://www.psychologytoday.com/articles/200506/the-grandmaster-experiment

Lost in space
What really happened to Russia’s missing cosmonauts? An incredible tale of space hacking, espionage and death in the lonely reaches of space.
http://www.forteantimes.com/features/articles/1302/lost_in_space.html

Six degrees of aggregation
How the Huffington Post ate the internet
http://www.cjr.org/cover_story/six_degrees_of_aggregation.php?page=all

Just one more game…
Angry Birds, Farmville And Other Hyperaddictive ‘Stupid Games’
http://www.nytimes.com/2012/04/08/magazine/angry-birds-farmville-and-other-hyperaddictive-stupid-games.html?pagewanted=all

World War 3.0
In the battles of SOPA and PIPA, who should control the Internet?
http://www.vanityfair.com/culture/2012/05/internet-regulation-war-sopa-pipa-defcon-hacking.print

Future tech stars, step forward
What does it take to get a tech startup funded? Inside the competitive selection process for one incubator in New York.
http://www.inc.com/magazine/201204/max-chafkin/future-techstars-step-forward.html

Paintballing with Hezbollah
Four Western journalists and a former Army Ranger-turned-counterinsurgency expert arrange a paintball game with members of the Shiite militant group, with the hopes of learning more about what motivates them.
http://www.inc.com/magazine/201204/max-chafkin/future-techstars-step-forward.html

How Yahoo killed Flickr and lost the Internet
This is the story of Flickr. And how Yahoo bought it and murdered it and screwed itself out of relevance along the way.
http://gizmodo.com/5910223/how-yahoo-killed-flickr-and-lost-the-internet

‘I was there’: On Kurt Vonnegut
The incredible life and work of writer Kurt Vonnegut.
http://www.thenation.com/article/167921/i-was-there-kurt-vonnegut

Get Rich University
There are no walls between Stanford and Silicon Valley. Should there be?
http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2012/04/30/120430fa_fact_auletta?currentPage=all

Can a better vibrator inspire an age of great American sex?
Sex toys have transformed into sophisticated and well-designed gadgets that take their inspiration from Apple not Hustler. But one company has a bigger hope: that a better machine could mean better sex for a repressed nation.
http://www.theatlantic.com/technology/archive/2012/05/can-a-better-vibrator-inspire-an-age-of-great-american-sex/257108/

Not nice
Maurice Sendak and the perils of childhood
http://www.newyorker.com/archive/2006/04/17/060417fa_fact_zarin

How Goldman Sachs blew the Facebook IPO
The inside story of the Facebook showdown reveals a lot about the relative status of Wall Street banks in Silicon Valley these days. And it also reveals a lot about Facebook.
http://www.businessinsider.com/morgan-stanley-goldman-sachs-facebook-ipo-2012-5

An inside look at the surprisingly violent quidditch world cup
The Quidditch World Cup sounds dorky, and make no mistake: it is. But these sorcery-loving Harry Potter fans play pretty rough.
http://www.vanityfair.com/culture/2012/05/internet-regulation-war-sopa-pipa-defcon-hacking.print

How geniuses think
How do geniuses come up with ideas? What is common to the thinking style that produced “Mona Lisa,” as well as the one that spawned the theory of relativity?
http://www.creativitypost.com/create/how_geniuses_think

Machine Politics
George Hotz, the man who started the hacker wars.
http://www.newyorker.com/reporting/2012/05/07/120507fa_fact_kushner?currentPage=all

Turntable.fm: Where did our love go?
The partners behind a one-time “next big thing” go to South by Southwest to win back the adoration of the tech world–and figure out how to make their partnership work.
http://www.inc.com/magazine/201205/burt-helm/turntable-founders-sxsw-where-did-our-love-go.html

In Google’s moon race, teams and the X Prize Foundation face a reckoning
The future is way behind schedule.
http://www.xconomy.com/san-francisco/2012/04/18/in-googles-moon-race-teams-and-x-prize-foundation-face-a-reckoning/

The Maturation of the Billionaire Boy-Man
Incredibly, Mark Zuckerberg has grown up to become an ace CEO—one whose way of thinking might drive Wall Street nuts.
http://nymag.com/news/features/mark-zuckerberg-2012-5/

OFFF Barcelona 2012 notes

Champaign Valentine
– Diesel campaign (interactive store experience)
– Toxoplasmosis (animation)
– Mormor Ingrid (animation)
– Cat fashion, cat illustration, mechanical cats
– ‘If man sees a naked creature, he’s going to think “Oh gosh he needs underwear” that’s the idea behind these commercials for UNDZ.org’.

Lucy McRae
– Philips research
– Body architect
– Human-sized grass-head
– Blog: http://www.lucymcrae.blogspot.com (use wayback machine to visit)
– Chlorophyl skin – Dynamic skin using Q-tips
– What happens chemically when you kiss someone.
– Electronic tattoo. The human evolution. Woman as hunters?
– ‘Maybe technology’ = Something that isn’t either switched on or off, but in between.
– Robyn music video > colored water tubes
– Robyn cover > physical pixels
– ‘Analog After Effects’
– Swallowable perfum pill > sweat the fragrence
– Summer school at Melbourne U > music video with students https://vimeo.com/29112172
– Fat lamps, hairy lamps, family
– TED Talk http://www.ted.com/talks/lucy_mcrae_how_can_technology_transform_the_human_body.html Continue reading

IDEOlogy

Ok about IDEO. Where to even begin… I’ve been at the office for about a week now, though more as semi-spectator than a full-time designer. This is in part because I’m not actually supposed to be there yet; my contract only starts on the 14th of February (Valentine’s day, in fact) and no one really expected me to show up already. I have jokingly been called an overachiever, yet sometimes I stop to ponder as to how much it in fact is a joke. The proportions in it, perhaps. I occasionally want to bite the world and IDEO seems like the best of appetizers. Most of what we were lead to believe about the company is true, as far as I can tell. Ain’t that great? Projects do assemble around assignments, teams are truly multi-disciplinary, the company still enjoys the luxury to select its projects (I was told they recently explained to an eagerly inquiring client that they probably can’t afford IDEO’s services). If IDEO is the prom queen of the design world, I guess that makes me her hair dresser. The fridge is permanently full of Coke (glass, not plastic bottles), 6 different types of yoghurt, two types of quality fruit juice and today, left over Thai food from the weekly collective lunch. The rooftop terrace is genius and so are the people working here.

It is hard to describe the mind-boggle that is participating in a brainstorm session with highly (what’s above highly…? vertiginously) capable, intelligent and experienced designers. Particularly how they tackle the sheer breadth of a design brief without losing focus. It’s like joining a Cirque du Soleil troupe of trapeze swingers and coming to consider mid-air, as one is being tossed around: ‘gee, I’m not sure where chaos ends and preparation begins, but what a feeling of confidence for one to experience here, 47 feet above ground’. These are people that can jump in a hay depot and come out with not one but three needles, neatly arranged in a 2-by-2 matrix at that. It’s amazing. It feels a lot like IDP, but different… I can’t really put my finger on it, whether it’s because they talk less, or because they say more intelligent things, or because they ask different questions… again, I’m down to pointing my finger at this incredible confidence that teams acquire from solid experience. By the time my colleagues will be done with the Synthesis phase, we’ll be able to write the identified Opportunity Areas in stone, ten-commandments style.

I never want to leave here. In every project room, on the walls, are written the exact tennets of brainstorming that I grew up with: Defer judgement, Encourage wild Ideas, Build on ideas of others, Stay focused on the topic, One conversation at a time, Be visual, Go for quantity. AHA! See that one about staying focused on the topic? Ok that’s I think where the champs separate from the chumps, IDEO from IDP. I guess some of these rules require more practice than others. It’s no wonder that I feel home at IDEO, we were breast-fed these brainstorming rules and more methods since day one at our beloved design faculty of the TU Delft. In that I am grateful. Yet sometimes I’m pissed when I realize how little we have put emphasis on communication design (or Comm design as they call it here). Typography, lay-out, reports, badass renders even. A fellow intern here (and my favourite so far) pointed out that at least graphic design is easier to catch up on than say, engineering. Still, you’d think they could slip some in our milk in those 5 years of TUition…

Anyway, this week flew by which means the next 64 (I haven’t counted) will pass by equally fast and so I should make lists. (Me being me, I could easily start a sentence with ‘We’ve run out of bread’ and end it with ‘so I made a top 3 list…’) My list contains things I shouldn’t loose sight of in the whirlwind that is IDEO. Die-hard things like Come in early, leave late, work at night, come back with results in the morning, and other stuff like Frequently seek feedback (something one always forget to do before it’s almost over) and even Investigate career opportunities. A pretty long list that flew out of me at a surprising speed. You know how sometimes you start a to-do list and you can’t believe you already have 13 items within 60 seconds? You think ‘that much, eh?’. My ambitions for the next 6 months are multitudinous (I couldn’t come up with more multiple-expression word, even though I am certain in my bones of the existence of one that is).

But what’s new eh? I like the expression of how ‘you can’t have your cake and eat it too’, but come on, just one cake? I want to have and eat some thirty-four cakes, and that’s just for 2011.

Made you look

I would like propose a new slogan for Munich: ‘Made you look’. See I recently read Paul Graham’s article on Cities and Ambitions, which I read a long time ago, loved then, remembered recently and loved again. In it, the writer describes from his personal experience the theory he developed that different cities send different messages to their citizens.

Power matters in New York too of course, but New York is pretty impressed by a billion dollars even if you merely inherited it. In Silicon Valley no one would care except a few real estate agents. What matters in Silicon Valley is how much effect you have on the world. The reason people there care about Larry and Sergey is not their wealth but the fact that they control Google, which affects practically everyone.

Back to Munich. I am amazed by how stylish everything and every one seems to be. I think the city’s slogan should be ‘Made you look’ because as I keep staring at all the impressively dressed people in the street (okay fine, women), I keep expecting them to look back over their shoulders, Audrey Hepburn style, and go ‘Ha, made you look.’ First I believed that the city simply has an above average amount of good looking people (which might be true), but what’s more, is that I catch myself staring at women of average beauty whom I’d normally not give the time of day (if I’m using the expression correctly) but see even they (and pretty much everyone, really) has Style with a capital S. And so even the aforementioned average girls get my attention with their cut-out-of-a-magazine outfit and I seriously wouldn’t be surprised if they’d catch me in the act and say ‘Ha, made you look’. Which generally is my theory on why it is important for otherwise average looking women to dress well. It’s a biological trick of making us (potential suitors) stop to look for a second and reconsider our original dismissal. Catch our attention, so to speak. And let me tell you, Munich has gotten all of mine.

Hello Munich

I arrived in Munich. Well actually I arrived thursday morning but it was after a long and sleepless night (having apparently booked a seat when I thought I had booked a bed for the 10 hour night train ride… Whoever in Marketing came up with the name ‘sleeperettes’ to designate the vaguely reclining seat I got should be hanged from the Reichstag :)

So, here I am. Today is gorgeous and blue and the first day I actually walk the streets armed with my camera and wow. What a city. Monumental architecture pours into the city streets like molten cheese, it is a ‘village’ of epic proportions. People here are very stylish. I mentioned that to Marco, my couch surfing host and he was very surprised about that. Then this morning I wake up only to find him dressed like a hip Prince of Liechtenstein and I couldn’t help but smile of fishes not knowing about water :)

I passed by IDEO and it was amazing. That same morning, I was walking in the streets on a cold morning and wondering what the fuck I was doing here. I was hung up on lack of sleep and the place looked as if Arnold Schwartzeneger had vomited castles here and there. Gothic architecture of a Deep Germany did not scream Welcome Tal right away :) But now the sky is gorgeously blue and everything sparkles and looks amazing and I’m happy to be here :) Oh, the office, has an amazing atmosphere, I was just visiting but within minutes, already contributing post-its to a brainstorm about the stereotypes of different cities (they had Antwerp there, my hometown) and the whole office has a great energy and they said I should come by monday, even though I’m not starting for another week, but every monday they all have breakfast together from ten to eleven so I should come by. 

I may have found a very nice flat located very near the center, in the student neighborhood (which should be the best place to be for me and going out) and if I get it, then my two housemates will be two spaniards who grew up in Germany! I have a feeling I won’t learn much German at home but my Spanish level will soar very soon :) But let’s first see if I get it. 480 euros is not cheap (at all) but my budget somewhat allows for it and it’s nicer than leaving completely out of town and barely experiencing the city (I’ll already be working my ass off day to night so imagine if in my little spare time, I’m stuck 8 metro stops away from the center). So let’s see, I’m visiting the flat this afternoon and I’m very curious.

80+ Inspiring Design Quotes

Design is a plan for arranging elements in such a way as best to accomplish a particular purpose.

— Charles Eames

Everything is designed. Few things are designed well.

— Brian Reed

There is no design without discipline. There is no discipline without intelligence.

— Massimo Vignelli

People ignore design that ignores people.

— Frank Chimero

I’ve always held to the belief that the practice of creating compelling graphic design occurs not by employing the principals of a democracy, but rather, that of a monarchy.

— Thomas Vasquez

Good design is obvious. Great design is transparent.

— Joe Sparano

Every designers’ dirty little secret is that they copy other designers’ work. They see work they like, and they imitate it. Rather cheekily, they call this inspiration.

— Aaron Russell

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Personally

Never take what people say too seriously or too personally. It’s usually a reflection of themselves, or worse, a bad reproduction of someone else’s opinions. Ask for sources.

(I wish I knew who’s quote this is)

The XX

Once in a while, there is an album that appears out of nowhere. Or, better said, it appears out of Raph’s nowhere. Basically, it appears, and it isn’t going anywhere. Low vs Diamond was one like that. I wondered this morning why that album, out of all, deserved a place here on this blog. It’s not like I haven’t heard more kick ass albums this year. The XX, even, isn’t one of those ‘all songs are awesome’ albums. So far, I’ve only even absorbed the first 4. But that was enough. There are two criteria for appearing on this blog, and then I’ll tell you about The XX. The first criteria is that the album does something… particular. I’m not going to say ‘does something like nobody else’. This isn’t what we’re searching for in art. On the contrary; as the quote whose author I forgot says: “Poetry is when you make new things familiar, and familiar things new. What it comes down to, ultimately, is about hitting the spot. Hitting it so precisely that it can’t be ignored. And hitting it in its own way, which is the second half. Such are the reasons my applaud goes to Low vs Diamond, the slam poet Rives, Ben Gibbard’s and today, The XX. And why I have nothing but contempt for convoluted artistic shit that tried to do its own thing so much it forgot all about hitting the spot. Any spot. So back to the XX.

To say that the album is an understatement would be the understatement of the year. The first time I heard their song ‘crystalised’ (under serious pressure from Raph), I thought that song had been designed to be forgotten. Not because it was bad, but because it didn’t seem to desire to impose itself on you, the listener. Like a love letter written after a break-up, the song appeared to say goodbye even as it was being heard for the first time. So I didn’t do much with it. I inserted it as best as I could on our latest mixtape (Beats from Berlin) and thought of it no more. And that’s when the sonofabitch started creeping on me. Creeping! So quietly, so slowly. Out of nowhere, out of Raph’s nowhere. They all seemed to already know what I was only slowly awakening to. I had no words for it yet, I just pressed play. Again. Again. Once more. Put it on repeat. Telling yourself you’re just cycling through town and minding your own business. You are wrong. The XX is minding its business, and by extension, yours. God, just thinking about it, I realize how far it has crept between my… ‘entrailles’ as we say in french. Roughly translating as ‘guts’, but ‘entrailles’ intimately refers to that maze of organic stuff that is in you, and when something creeps in there, it means it has crept in every spare inch inside that maze. Sorry to be graphic about it. And even then, oh the delusion, when you told yourself ‘well they have one good song’. Yeah right. Then came the song VCR. With lyrics such as ‘You, you just know, you just do’. (and a melody that won’t leave you ever, ever.) I’m tempted to interpret the song for you, but I shouldn’t, really. All their songs talk about love. Not the whole spectrum of it, no. Their angle is softness. The soft happiness of natural and unspoken intimacy (VCR). The quiet sadness of unrequited love. But moreover, the soft tragedy of the greyer shades of love. Which is why I’m not going to interpret the lyrics for you. Remember the part of ‘hitting the spot’? Well The XX do that in a perfect balance between ambiguity and perfectly captured familiar feelings. Islands, the fourth song on the album (excluding the intro), has the lead female singer confess ‘I am yours now / So now I don’t ever have to leave / I’ve been found out / So now I’ll never explore’. Oh look at you, reading such simple words, wondering ‘where is that brilliance that Tal talked to much about?’. Oh boy, you don’t know half of it. Go ahead, pretend it won’t get to you.

Heart skipped a beat, is the breakup song by excellence. What kind of song is a perfect break up song? The ones that deal with the non-total break ups. (If it was absolutely over, you wouldn’t be writing a song about it, would you?). What’s perfect about this song is that it is unclear who’s to blame for the ending. The song isn’t even dealing with the topic, it’s dealing with that mismatch of timings. When the two have wanted each other back at different times, never managed to synchronize since they were last together. But again, it’s the way they grasp such phenomenon, in such simple words and understated melodies. It’s been a while / And you’ve found someone better / But I’ve been waiting too long to give this up / The more I see, I understand / But sometimes, I still need you. Isn’t it just the more fucked up when no one is to blame? Things are just fucked, nothing no one can do about it, it seems. And there is not even anger left. No, The XX being who they are, there is only softness. Even for sadness, even for anger, but ultimately, especially for regret.

I will end this blog entry about the original song, Crystalised, with which it all began, and I will leave you, like me, to venture into the more obscure and less catchy rest of the album. There might be nothing there for us to find, there might be more of the same (something I find hard to complain about, seeing as we so often have desired ‘more of the same, just a bit different’ from best-selling bands/hits before. Another Clocks, anyone?). So I will end this blog entry with Crystalised. I remember clearly the part of it that hooked me. The part that made me replay the song inadvertently so often, is when the male and female singer start singing at the same time, in a sort of simultaneous canon.
Crystalised, a gentle warning to an over-hasty lover, has them sing at once:

Glaciers have melted to the sea/Things have gotten closer to the sun
I wish the tide would take me over/And I’ve done things in small doses
I’ve been down onto my knees/So don’t think that I’m pushing you away
And you just keep on getting closer/When you’re the one that I’ve kept closest.

Game, set and burning matches.

Lisztomania Part II

Top 10 films (and more)

– Oldboy
All hail fucked up Korean movies. Greek drama got nothing on these asian mofo’s.

– Before sunrise & before sunset
Romance as it should be

– Memento

– Fight Club

– Hard Candy
Don’t mess with 14 year olds :)

– Infernal Affairs

– Vanilla Sky

– Little Miss Sunshine

– Juno

– Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind

And there’s more that hold a special place in my heart (we both know strict top 10 movie lists are impossible :)
so:

Primer (I didn’t understand half the movie, but loved all of it :)
Big Fish (of course)
Donnie Darko (can’t remember why, but I dug that movie A LOT)
Brick (very cool)
Something’s Gotta Give (the movie I show to every girl I meet that’s one of those ‘don’t love – don’t get hurt’ type, plus it’s damn funny)
Day Watch / Night Watch (kick-ass Russian fantasy/action blockbuster)
Bin Jip (prettiest wordless korean movie ever)
Cash Back (no point trying to come up with an objective opinion about this one, there’s denuded breasts in it, I can’t separate that aspect from the rest of my opinion :) Just kidding, it’s a very pretty film, bit of magic-realism, bit of art, boy meets girl and funny)
I heart Huckabees
Garden State
Kontroll (very cool hungarian movie)
Ratatouille (especially for all the scenes where the mouse is controlling the kid by pulling at his hair :)
The Fountain (‘a visual poem’, not my words, yes my opinion)
The Prestige (cool)

Movies I used to love very much so how could I not mention them:
Amelie Poulain
Walking Life

Movie about to get in my top 10 very fast:
Inglourious Basterds

Tal Benisty

Lisztomania Part I

Favourite authors

Chuck Palahniuk
Why: Fight Club, Rant, Survivor and the short story Guts

Craig Clevenger
Why: The contortionist’s handbook. Hands down the best book I ever read.

Kurt Vonnegut
Why: Cat’s craddle, Mother Night, Armageddon in retrospect and all his quotes.

Mark Z Danielewski
Why: House of Leaves. A masterpiece

Alan Moore
Why: V for Vendetta, The Watchmen

Tal Benisty

Retrofada

Continuing my lifelong project as a term-coiner:

Retrofada
def: The joy of rediscovering words you knew but never got around using.

I mashed this word from the french word ‘retrouver’ meaning to find again, and then made it sound brazilian for some reason. I can imagine it becoming a verb: to retrofade.

Tal Benisty

Violonist has the world on 2 strings

I just saw the movie The Soloist which was beautiful and then it ended with the classis based-on-a-true-story info on the whereabouts of both main characters and then I googled to find the actual column pieces by Steve Lopez on which the movie is based and I did find them. So here’s an excerpt and a link:

Nathaniel was shy in our first encounter a few months ago, if not a little wary. He took a step back when I approached to say I liked the way his violin music turned the clatter around downtown L.A.’s Pershing Square into an urban symphony.

“Oh, thank you very much,” he said politely, apologizing for his appearance. He had gone through a couple of recent setbacks, Nathaniel said, but he intended to be whole again soon and playing at a higher level.

Next time I saw him, he had relocated to the mouth of the 2nd Street tunnel near Hill Street.

“Well, first of all, it’s beautiful here,” said Nathaniel, 54, who told me he had been diagnosed many years ago with schizophrenia. “And right there is the Los Angeles Times building. New York, Cleveland, Los Angeles. All I have to do is look up at that building and I know where I am.”

Nathaniel had an orange shopping cart that contained all of his belongings, including a huge plastic water gun, a single black boot and his violin case. We were practically in the shadow of the new Disney Concert Hall, and although Nathaniel said he wasn’t sure where it was, he had written the following on the side of his shopping cart:

“Little Walt Disney Concert Hall — Beethoven.”

Nathaniel plays classical music, some of it recognizable to me, some of it not. One day, I asked if he could play jazz, and he tucked the violin under his chin, closed his eyes in anticipation of the ecstasy that music brings him and began to play “Summertime.”

He doesn’t always hit every note, but it’s abundantly clear that Nathaniel has been a student of music for many years.

“That was Ernest Bloch,” he casually told me after one piece, spelling out Ernest and then Bloch. “Opus 18, No. 1.”

I was more than a little impressed, especially when it occurred to me that Nathaniel’s grimy, smudged violin was missing two of the four strings.

“Yeah,” he said, frustration rising in his brown eyes. “This one’s gone, that one’s gone and this little guy’s almost out of commission. You see where it’s coming apart right here?”

Playing with two strings wasn’t that hard, he said, because he began his music education in the Cleveland public schools, where the instruments were often a challenge.

“If you got one with one or two strings,” he said, “you were happy to have it.”

I noticed an empty bag from Studio City Music in Nathaniel’s violin case and gave the store a call to ask if they had a homeless customer.

“Black man?” asked Hans Benning, a violin maker. “We do have a guy who plays with a badly beaten-up fiddle. He comes here every so often. He’s very kind, very gentle and very proper. He’s a delight.”

I told Benning his name is Nathaniel Anthony Ayers, and he seems to know a thing or two about music.

“Yes, he does,” Benning said. “He talks about the Beethoven sonatas and then slips back into another world.”

The reason he used to hang around Pershing Square, Nathaniel told me, was so he could study the Beethoven statue for inspiration.

“I’ve never seen anything in my life that great,” he said. “I’m flabbergasted by that statue because I can’t imagine how he’s there. I don’t know how God is operating.”

When I asked more about his training, Nathaniel told me he had gone to Ohio University and Ohio State University. He also said he’d played many times at the Aspen Music Festival, and he’d gone to Juilliard for two years in the early ’70s.

http://www.latimes.com/entertainment/la-me-lopez17apr17,0,470348.column?page=1

Tal Benisty

Rives – The boy who can levitate

The boy who can levitate lives down the street from me
he’s got a mother named ‘mom’ and a stepdad named… lawnmower
he’s got an older brother named ‘why are you hitting yourself? why are you hitting yourself? why are you hitting yourself?

It seems pretty normal over there at the house of the boy who can levitate
Plus the kid has got a seriously nice bicycle
I see him steer it like a circus bear through the neighborhood
and that’s how he managed to run over his own lunch sack
on his way to school somehow a few months back
I came out to juicebox and wonderbread on my sidewalk
with the boy who can levitate doing his finger thing and murmuring
‘that was my favourite, that was my favourite’
And you wonder how long how well you need to know a child
before it’s no longer technically talking to strangers but I asked him
Does your favourite rhyme with eanut utter and elly andwich ?
And the boy who can levitate says
I don’t know, it always changes

The boy who can levitate lives down the street from me
and I remember the bloc party at the parc when that Emily girl
whacked the end of his shish kebab stick and it jabbed into his pallet
like the daintiest harpoon
he had to actually pull it out of himself just to moan
and then a half an hour later when the moms had gone back to the cling wrap
and the other kids of course were playing freeze tag
around the fiberglass animals with the spings beneath them and the laughter
I sat down and asked the boy who can levitate
does it taste like a nose bleed?
and he goes  ‘yeah, like a nose be-leed, only backwards’

The boy who can levite has lived down the street from me ever since…
the first time I noticed him I guess
standing with his back to the turnstile exits at the fairgrounds
and he was just a little guy back then
with a mylar balloon but dead serious, like a sentinel
I passed by with a date
and the boy who can levitate
told us ‘this isn’t magic, it’s a chemical’

The boy who can levitate lives down the street from me
and I like his style
how he often reads curbs for five minutes
throws dirt clots at the airplanes
the way his clothes always seem to fit him sort of weird
like a scarecrow in the field behind an orphanage somewhere
and I liked his halloween costume this year
showing up at my doorstep in his jeans, a t-shirt and blue pair of swimming goggles
saying trick of treat, I am a foooooog

and that’s when I say I saw what I say I saw
and I’m always saying what it is I say I saw all the time now lately
when I check my mailbow or eradicate the dandelions from my flowerbed
and most especially wax my motorcycle on the driveway in the weekend
because ten year olds are attracted to motorcycles like…
men are attracted to motorcycles
did you really see him levitate? do you swear you saw him levitate?
is that why he acts like such a spazz? My sister says it’s bullcrap
we should call the television
is it true? is it true? is it true? is it true?
and I say ‘well you know…’
‘come here’
”The kid didn’t levitate much.
Euh… maybe that far off the ground
but still
it’s that much more than me
and it’s that much more than you’

thank you

Quote on intelligent interfaces

The error is that control interfaces must not be intelligent. Briefly, intelligent user interfaces should be limited to applications in which the user does not expect to control the behavior of the product. If the product is used as a tool, its interface should be as unintelligent as possible. Stupid is predictable; predictable is learnable; learnable is usable.

Found here

TapIt

The world can be such a lovely place sometimes…
From Core77:

tapit2.jpg

TapIt has partnered with hundreds of cafes in New York City to help on-the-go urbanites find places to refill their water bottle for free. These spots can be located visually (all partners display a TapIt sticker on their window), online, or with their handy iPhone app. And, if you’re a cafe in the New York City area and want to help with this intiative, become a partner today!

The TapIt website, designed by Tom Klinkowstein and Christie Shin ofMedia A, won a Communicator Award of Excellence in the Green Eco-Friendly category.

Rives – Dirty Talk

Seems pretty simple.
You wanna get your teeth cleaned for free?
Date a dentist.
New addition on the house?
You should screw an architect.
But if you need someone to talk dirty to you in bed,
you better fuck a poet.

Because the average civilian is gonna hit you with something like,
“Oh, we are really having sex!”
While a poet might phrase that a little more like,
“Lovermuchmist, my where, my why, my how,
I wanna do you like all three dudes in Blue Man Group
because that’s what color my balls are right now.”

Sexy but clearly that is just a hypothetical
Because me, when I’m actually in the saddle,
I’m straight freestyling.
In fact, afterwards, even
when I review the videotape,
honestly, I can’t make out half the crap I’m saying.

And hey, I know you don’t always want the dirty talk.
That is great.
Fuck a mime!
Have a knockout time.
But that little creep is gonna spend the entire day
in his imaginary box
and he’s never gonna make it to your money spot

And you call me when you need the dirty talk.
And that does not make you nasty, baby —
That makes me nasty, baby.
And clearly, I’m okay with that.
And so are most poets, which is the point.
Know thyself.

If you can’t stand firemen,
don’t light fires.

Can’t stand a sofa in your swimming pool?
Never rent your house out to rockstars.

And if, after tonight,
after seeing what a dope-ass lineup of poets
can do-do-do to a mic,
if you still cannot fathom the imagery and ecstasy of
eons or ions
spun into speech
from your actual spasms
by a soul, in a room,
with an immortal mouth
gnashing loudly for true love over loneliness
and moaning to the moon, the moon, the ever-loving moon
so that all the neighbors know it —

— if you can’t fathom that,
don’t fuck a poet.

transcribed by Tal Benisty

Rives – Kite

the morning after the first night that we made love
the note on your pillow said Good morning sparkle boy
i’ll be back around noon, you make yourself at home
and so I did. maybe.
I’m saying maybe,
I put on your slippers, which were as comfortable as bunnies,
because they were bunnies
and then shuffled across my new favorite hardwood floor to the bathroom where maybe
I took a bubble bath
which is not something I can do at my place because frankly
my tub is way to skanky to ever sit my bare ass down in it
and then maybe, I got so caught up in the romance of the suds
I started quoting old latin poetry from my college days like
“fol ce ray, quan dee tippe kalm, dee dieazz”, you know,
“Verily the gods do favor me this morning… motherfucker!”

And then maybe, i played with myself, but it is not what you’re thinking.
I’m saying possibly i just sorta stuck my hand up from the water for some reason and started going like uh,
you know, like uh… “somebody got laid last night! Ha ha ha, you! you! you!”

y’know.. or whatever..

and then maybe I played with myself, and it’s exactly what you’re thinking, but if i did,
it was only to put the mental motion picture of our naked night together on replay, and replay, and replay.
so touching myself was just like.. Tivo, in a way

and, and yes, i was still wet when i borrowed your bathrobe,
and yes, i scared the birds away from your balcony with my antics, dancing full-blast to your old prince cd’s,
but please, let’s keep that my little secret, because nothing is as private as a solitary dance.
unless, maybe, it’s standing in front of a full-length mirror in a borrowed pair of bunny slippers,
slipping off a bath robe, and then wishing to a light bulb that my name, or my game, or my whatever, were bigger –
wondering what kind of woman wants this skinny kid for a warrior.

and so i made for you a kite, enormous, out of coat hangers, brown paper bags,
and the masking tape from that drawer in your kitchen,
and i hung it in the hallway where you couldn’t hardly miss it.
and i tagged that kite with my words.
i wrote:

just so you know, my weird mind wanders, and my brave heart breaks.
i’ve nailed some milestones, but I make mistakes.
because i’ve got more faults than a map of california earthquakes.
i’m taking a nap beneath your covers.
wake me if you like me, wake me if you want me.
wake me if you need another poem.
your once and future lover has made himself at home.

transcribed by Tal Benisty

100 years of manifestos

Found on Social Design Notes

manifesto.jpgSince the days of radical printer-pamphleteers, design and designers have a long history of fighting for what’s right and working to transform society. The rise of the literary form of the manifesto also parallels the rise of modernity and the spread of letterpress printing.

This list of design manifestos was buried in a previous post but deserves its own permalink. It is largely drawn from Mario Piazza’s presentation at the Più Design Può conference in Florence, though I’ve edited and added to it. I’ve also added links where I could find them.

David Foster Wallace on SNOOTS

From one perspective, a certain irony attends the publication of any good new book on American usage. It is that the people who are going to be interested in such a book are also the people who are least going to need it, i.e., that offering counsel on the finer points of U.S. English is Preaching to the Choir. The relevant Choir here comprises that small percentage of American citizens who actually care about the current status of double modals and ergative verbs. The same sorts of people who watched Story of English on PBS (twice) and read W. Safire’s column with their half-caff every Sunday. The sorts of people who feel that special blend of wincing despair and sneering superiority when they see EXPRESS LANE — 10 ITEMS OR LESS or hear dialogue used as a verb or realize that the founders of the Super 8 motel chain must surely have been ignorant of the meaning of suppurate. There are lots of epithets for people like this — Grammar Nazis, Usage Nerds, Syntax Snobs, the Language Police. The term I was raised with is SNOOT.[3] The word might be slightly self-mocking, but those other terms are outright dysphemisms. A SNOOT can be defined as somebody who knows what dysphemism means and doesn’t mind letting you know it.

I submit that we SNOOTs are just about the last remaining kind of truly elitist nerd. There are, granted, plenty of nerd-species in today’s America, and some of these are elitist within their own nerdy purview (e.g., the skinny, carbuncular, semi-autistic Computer Nerd moves instantly up on the totem pole of status when your screen freezes and now you need his help, and the bland condescension with which he performs the two occult keystrokes that unfreeze your screen is both elitist and situationally valid). But the SNOOT’s purview is interhuman social life itself. You don’t, after all (despite withering cultural pressure), have to use a computer, but you can’t escape language: Language is everything and everywhere; it’s what lets us have anything to do with one another; it’s what separates us from the animals; Genesis 11:7-10 and so on. And we SNOOTS know when and how to hyphenate phrasal adjectives and to keep participles from dangling, and we know that we know, and we know how very few other Americans know this stuff or even care, and we judge them accordingly.

In ways that certain of us are uncomfortable about, SNOOTs’ attitudes about contemporary usage resemble religious/political conservatives’ attitudes about contemporary culture:[4] We combine a missionary zeal and a near-neural faith in our beliefs’ importance with a curmudgeonly hell-in-a-handbasket despair at the way English is routinely manhandled and corrupted by supposedly educated people. The Evil is all around us: boners and clunkers and solecistic howlers and bursts of voguish linguistic methane that make any SNOOT’s cheek twitch and forehead darken. A fellow SNOOT I know likes to say that listening to most people’s English feels like watching somebody use a Stradivarius to pound nails. We[5] are the Few, the Proud, the Appalled at Everyone Else.

What Tal Wants

* This is a repost from Talbenisty.blogspot.com, with an update :)

A list of things I want.
Shouldn’t it be the most common thing to do with writing?
And yet, here we are, and I’m only about to start.
I’m making this list so that at any moment in my life, when faced with making a decision, I can look at this list and decide which path will take me closer to what I want.
So here goes:

I want to learn how to be a bartender
I want to play the piano again when I’m older
I want to take my dog Kenzo to the mountains without leash.
I want to travel around the world for 6 months before I start working.
I want to have many experiences with women before settling down.
I want to land a job which allows me to experiment in creative ways with interaction and technology.
I want to master guitar playing.
I want to learn an asian language, japanese or so.
I want to learn how to juggle clubs.
I want to travel regularly
I want to live in New York for a while, and see what San Francisco is like
I want a job that gives me enough days off to travel comfortably.
I want to remain in touch with Youri, Raphael for life, no matter what
I want to Tom to know that he’s my fucking hombre since kindergarten.
I want to own a Mini
I want to stick around in the academic world for some time after I graduate
I want to be the person that keeps the family united and our traditions alive
I want to give my kids a jewish education
I want to learn meditation
I want to dive in the Galapagos
I want to keep writing blog or whatever media suits me
I want to learn how to make websites
I want to have the confidence to feel comfortable in any and every social situation.
I want to remain true to my selfish goals for the rest of my life
I want to try out acting and improvisation
I want to learn how to sing properly the songs I enjoy playing on the guitar
I want to master every Jack Johnson song I dig
I want to experience a real fight once, see what a punch feels like
I want to experiment as an artist for a while, make interactive art
I want to learn how to draw silhouettes and portraits

Tal Benisty

(Design) websites I regularly check

Sue, a good friend of mine, recently sent a mail around our circle of friends, asking everyone to please list the design websites they regularly check. She would, of course, send the complete list back to everyone soon enough. I’ve been having smilar plans to find out what websites people check. The early days of internet, primarily browsed for jokes and funny pictures are gone. Years of filtering and harsh selection must have brought forth the finest of the finest. And I’m curious. Until then, here’s my list. Pardon the messiness, I copy pasted the mail I wrote:

Hey Sue,

here’s a quick overview of the websites I regularly check.
They’re mostly on the border of design, but on the forefront of what’s going on today in technology, society, arts, internet etc :)

– Core77 (a classic, but that way, I get my fix on everything straightforwardly design).
Now the interesting stuff
– I check Wired.com regularly
– Especially Bruce Sterling’s blog: http://www.wired.com/beyond_the_beyond/
http://www.experientia.com/blog/ for everything human-user-oriented, good selection of reading material
http://www.we-make-money-not-art.com/ (I’m not all too familiar with this one, but if you’re into design on the arty side of the force, that’s where you have to be)
– Dezeen.com for more architecture and arty design
http://designobserver.com/ (for deep thinking)
http://welovetypography.com and http://ilovetypography.com/ for… you guessed it, Typography
http://www.liftconference.com/videos which is similar to TED and Poptech
– I sometimes check Siniz’s blog: http://log.siniz.com/
http://pleasecritiqueme.com/ and http://www.webdesignermag.co.uk/category/inspiration/ for webdesign.
– Same goes for http://www.webbyawards.com/webbys/current.php?season=13
– My latest and probably best discovery is FUBIZ:
http://www.fubiz.net/ An amazing blog of gread ads, animations, photography, videos and more simply awesome awesome stuff.
– Timo Arnall is a guy to watch: http://www.elasticspace.com/page/2
– And this group called Touch: http://www.nearfield.org/
– And another guy to watch called Matt Jones: http://magicalnihilism.com/
– And the best source of cool ads: http://adsoftheworld.com/
Last but definitely not least:
XKCD.com

Tal Benisty

Kurt Vonnegut

Eight rules for writing fiction:

1. Use the time of a total stranger in such a way that he or she will not feel the time was wasted.

2. Give the reader at least one character he or she can root for.

3. Every character should want something, even if it is only a glass of water.

4. Every sentence must do one of two things — reveal character or advance the action.

5. Start as close to the end as possible.

6. Be a sadist. Now matter how sweet and innocent your leading characters, make awful things happen to them — in order that the reader may see what they are made of.

7. Write to please just one person. If you open a window and make love to the world, so to speak, your story will get pneumonia.

8. Give your readers as much information as possible as soon as possible. To heck with suspense. Readers should have such complete understanding of what is going on, where and why, that they could finish the story themselves, should cockroaches eat the last few pages.

— Vonnegut, Kurt Vonnegut, Bagombo Snuff Box: Uncollected Short Fiction (New York: G.P. Putnam’s Sons 1999), 9-10.

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Garafunkelous and other expressions

Attraction-by-proxy

Less lethal than Munchhausen, it’s the effect of becoming attractive by the sheer proximity to someone that is actually attractive. Think of hot girl’s younger sisters, the drummer of practically every famous rockband and last but not least, Enrique Iglesias.

Garafunkelous

The Garafunkel scale refers to an ugly guy’s surely huge penis by the looks of the hot girl he’s with. Example phrase: I was walking down the street when I saw a hottie walk arm in arm with this fugly dude. That guy’s penis must be garafunkelous!

Mich Syndrome

The Mich Syndrome is the phenomenon that occurs when you go on holidays at the start of a burgeoning relationship with a girl, and you come home to discover that same relationship has crumpled to nothingness over the course of your absence. Yes, I realize that it isn’t technically a syndrome as it is a phenomenon, but syndrom sounded much cooler, and has a rightful connotation of danger to it.

Tal Benisty

Dave Eggers on David Foster Wallace

In recent years, there have been a few literary dustups — how insane is it that such a thing exists in a world at war? — about readability in contemporary fiction. In essence, there are some people who feel that fiction should be easy to read, that it’s a popular medium that should communicate on a somewhat conversational wavelength. On the other hand, there are those who feel that fiction can be challenging, generally and thematically, and even on a sentence-by-sentence basis — that it’s okay if a person needs to work a bit while reading, for the rewards can be that much greater when one’s mind has been exercised and thus (presumably) expanded.

Much in the way that would-be civilized debates are polarized by extreme thinkers on either side, this debate has been made to seem like an either/or proposition, that the world has room for only one kind of fiction, and that the other kind should be banned and its proponents hunted down and, why not, dismembered.

But while the polarizers have been going at it, there has existed a silent legion of readers, perhaps the majority of readers of literary fiction, who don’t mind a little of both. They believe, though not too vocally, that so-called difficult books can exist next to, can even rub bindings suggestively with, more welcoming fiction. These readers might actually read both kinds of fiction themselves, sometimes in the same week. There might even be — though it’s impossible to prove — readers who find it possible enjoy Thomas Pynchon one day, and Elmore Leonard the next. Or even: readers who can have fun with Jonathan Franzen in the morning while wrestling with William Gaddis at night.

David Foster Wallace has long straddled the worlds of difficult and not-as-difficult, with most readers agreeing that his essays are easier to read than his fiction, and his journalism most accessible of all. But while much of his work is challenging, his tone, in whatever form he’s exploring, is rigorously unpretentious. A Wallace reader gets the impression of being in a room with a very talkative and brilliant uncle or cousin, who, just when he’s about to push it too far, to try our patience with too much detail, has the good sense to throw in a good low-brow joke. Wallace, like many other writers who could be otherwise considered too smart for their own good—Bellow comes to mind—is, like Bellow, always aware of the reader, of the idea that books are essentially meant to entertain, and so almost unerringly balances his prose to suit. This had been Wallace’s hallmark for years before this book, of course. He was already known as a very smart and challenging and funny and preternaturally gifted writer when Infinite Jest was released in 1996, and thereafter his reputation included all the adjectives mentioned just now, and also this one: Holy shit.

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Wolfgang Amadeus Phoenix

Phoenix, a french electro band somewhere in between Air and Daft Punk (though not really, say, in the middle of that line, more like, in the middle, and then a notch to the right :) has recently released a new album. At least, I think they did, what with downloading culture, it’s hard to tell whether the album is still unreleased or whether you’re actually running behind. Though chances are it’s the former option. Anyway, I distinctly remember reading a comment about Phoenix on the internet once, that said ‘the problem with Phoenix, is that they’ll drop one or two BOMBS of a song on the album, leaving the rest of the tracklist at mediocre to average.’ And I agree. In fact, I’m not a big fan of compilation albums at all, but if there’s one band out there that could do with a ‘Best of’ mixtape, be in Phoenix. HOWEVER, that has changed with the release of their latest album, Wolfgang Amadeux Phoenix. And the title is spot-on, for the band’s latest effort is nothing short of genius. This is where I’m gonna stop rambling and simply post the 3 songs you should simply check-out.

1. Lisztomania
2. 1901
3. Lasso

but you might as well go on with

4. Rome
5. Girlfriend
6. Countdown for the sick

Actually, just skip ‘love like a sunset’ :)

Tal Benisty

Built by rimes

During my erasmus year in Valencia, I have had the pleasure of getting to know a Valencian artist by the name of Flan. Last time I saw him, he was working on making generative computer art and his work was being exhibited at an art gallery in town. Actually, it wasn’t so much of a gallery but a design toy shop with a funky room in the back. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any cooler, I recently stumbled upon his beautiful flash website. And if  you like what you see, notice the message in the upper right corner saying ‘Full portfolio coming 29th of june’. There. Is. More. Coming.!.

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http://www.builtbyrimes.com

Tal Benisty

Gin, television, and cognitive surplus

Clay Shirky, one of my favourite bright minds, with another insightful talk on what people with extra time can achieve. Link to video: http://blip.tv/file/855937/

I was recently reminded of some reading I did in college, way back in the last century, by a British historian arguing that the critical technology, for the early phase of the industrial revolution, was gin.

The transformation from rural to urban life was so sudden, and so wrenching, that the only thing society could do to manage was to drink itself into a stupor for a generation. The stories from that era are amazing—there were gin pushcarts working their way through the streets of London.

And it wasn’t until society woke up from that collective bender that we actually started to get the institutional structures that we associate with the industrial revolution today. Things like public libraries and museums, increasingly broad education for children, elected leaders—a lot of things we like—didn’t happen until having all of those people together stopped seeming like a crisis and started seeming like an asset.

It wasn’t until people started thinking of this as a vast civic surplus, one they could design for rather than just dissipate, that we started to get what we think of now as an industrial society.

If I had to pick the critical technology for the 20th century, the bit of social lubricant without which the wheels would’ve come off the whole enterprise, I’d say it was the sitcom. Starting with the Second World War a whole series of things happened—rising GDP per capita, rising educational attainment, rising life expectancy and, critically, a rising number of people who were working five-day work weeks. For the first time, society forced onto an enormous number of its citizens the requirement to manage something they had never had to manage before—free time.

And what did we do with that free time? Well, mostly we spent it watching TV.

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Details

God is in the details.
Your concept, on the other hand, isn’t.
Don’t fool yourself into thinking that 72 bright LEDs will make your concept great.

Tal Benisty

Death by crouton, and other expressions I like

Sterling, talking about how Twitter will kill blogs.

*TWITTER?! You’re kidding me, right? Twitter is for people who wanna micro-blog what they’re having for lunch! Twitter is a kid’s toy! All the heavy operators are on Technorati!

*Okay, two years ago, Twitter was like being beaten to death with croutons. Now it’s turning into a river of croutons, a vast surging social stream of croutons, surging into a big lake of data-dredgeable croutons.

Anything ending with ‘senseless’. More recently on Wired:

If I were Steve Jobs, the video to the right would scare me senseless. It shows a Google Android phone running a Spotify app that appears to succeed in porting the full Spotify experience — still not available to most Americans — to a mobile phone.

Tal Benisty

Salone di Mobile in Milano Pt 2

ed. note: this is a follow up on my previous blog entry on the Salone, which you can find here.

Today’s post on Core 77 -covering the NY Design Week 09- detailed Paola Antonelli’s interview of legendary designer De Lucchi. As I quickly scanned the article, a little sentence caught my eyes, and I quote:

Rather than focus on the objects we know so well, Antonelli instead chose to interview De Lucchi about his life and philosophy. Since De Lucchi had been involved with so many pivotal movements, his anecdotes were a virtual who’s who of design icons. After introducing him with the quip, “changing the world one chair at a time,” Antonelli let him tell his life story.

Changing the world one chair at a time…
I’m sorry, what?!
Somebody really should come to me and show me one chair that changed anything in the world, from the shape of someone’s buttock to modern philosophy. I’m that open.
The funny part is, being in a city like Milan where everyone is praising the significance of chairs, tables and lamps (not just to design, but to the world), you really start wondering… am I the crazy person here? Or did someone just use ‘Changing the world’ and ‘chairs’ in a single sentence?

Which reminds me of another briliant XKCD comic about the Turing test.

You tell me.

Tal Benisty

Coldplay and Death Cab for Cutie

OK you’re getting this as fast as I did, so I don’t even have an opinion yet, but:

Coldplay recently released a live album for free called ‘LeftRightLeftRightLeft’.
And
Death Cab for Cutie released an EP called ‘Open doors’ and it features an amped up version of Casino Blues (which Ben Gibbard played in his solo-concerts).

As my friend Raph and I like to say in such moments:

MIEEEEEH

Tal Benisty

Content is King

I recently forwarded my friend Eelke a link to the Lift Conference videos. Not having checked out the videos myself, I told him:
– The website isn’t as user friendly as TED, but who knows, maybe the videos are much better.
He answered
– Exactly, content is king right!
Upon which I replied
– Content is indeed King. But Form is the Queen that can veto the King’s decisions during pillow talk. :)

Tal Benisty

Omegle

Reading XKCD’s blog (blag, actually), I came across the website called Omegle. Before sharing my own experience with it, here’s what the author of XKCD has to say about it:

Since last night I’ve been obsessively connecting to Omegle.

It’s a simple site that just connects you to a random person, anonymously, for a conversation.

It feels like that scene in Fight Club where the narrator sits down next to Tyler on the plane.  Two strangers meeting, laying out their personality and sizing each other up in just a few words, with no expectations, and — thanks to anonymity — no consequences.

Except in this case, a lot of the time Tyler just screams “COCKS”, punches the narrator, and jumps out of the window.

Still, it’s fun!

http://blag.xkcd.com/2009/04/03/omegle/comment-page-13/

I have to admit I’ve had similar experiences. So far, my ratio of ‘normal’ conversations versus absurd crap is something like 1 to 8. My first chat was with a boring 28 year old chinese guy that studied history. Talk about an anti-climax. Then followed some really funky chats. One was with a guy that talked like a spaced out hippie, introduced himself by a name that started with a Z (can’t remember it now) and disconnected within the first minute. Then came another guy that clearly was out to have cybersex, because he disconnected (jumped out the window is a nice expression) as soon as I told him I was a 23 year old male. Luckily, my next chat was with a normal 16 year old american teenager dealing with good old fashioned teenage angst. Finally a conversation that lasted longer than 20 minutes. Hats off though, the girl managed to get me to write down one of my teenage poems before she too, jumped out the window. She did apologize for having to run out. And then you have the conversations that start with an incomprehensible greeting. You think ‘oh, interesting, an exotic stranger’, but they of course, jump out of the window as soon as they realize you’re not from wherever-land. This reminds me of an anecdote I learned at school about a historic battle in Belgium between the french and the flemish speaking parts. The flemish soldiers had a trick to find out who was french speaking in their quest to kill all ennemies. They would go around town and command any one they met to say out loud ‘eendracht maakt macht’ (the national motto: Strength through unity). Of course, no french speaking person could pronounce the ‘ch’ phonem correctly, and thus killed in midsentence. But what amazes me, is that this Omegle website has an average of 2000 users online. Do you really expect to just stumble upon someone that, like you, greets people with “höst lan” ?

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But of course, it makes sense. The costs of starting a new conversation with a stranger on a website like Omegle are so low, that even thought he odds aren’t your side, it costs almost nothing to roll the proverbial die over and over again. In other words: even if the chance of encountering a stranger on Omegle willing to have cybersex with you is 1 out of 50, it only takes about 15 minutes and zero money to make those 50 attempts. And with the anonymity thrown in for free, well who can blame you for your endeavour? Funky things start happening in such conditions. It reminds me of the early days of internet, when mIRC was the popular embodiment of internet, and I would spend afternoons with my friend at cybercafes where for a ludicrous 8 euros an hour, we would join channels like ‘Japan’ and talk to random strangers with the enthusiasm of a moonlanding. Of course, it wasn’t long before the pranks started. I remember my own friend, finding out my nickname, logging in with a new one, and chatting me up, making me believe he was someone else. Then came the power of knowledge, where admitting to someone on your school’s mIRC channel your nickname’s true identity was the sort of decisions that weren’t always safe; knowing someone’s identity allowed you to bully him/her by the sheer act of letting him/her know that you knew who he/her was, and that his/her days of hiding behind anonimity were over. Seriously, a big loss of power on a school mIRC channel where everyone could be someone else, or just someone cooler. With the years came maturity, and nobody was really hiding anymore. And today, on Omegle, the stranger I was about to talk to said she was 17, horny, and that I should click on her link to leave her a message. All this within 3 seconds, before she too, jumped out of the window. Why am I not surprised.

Tal Benisty