For Pierce. “selfie” vs “self portrait” vs “GPOY”
I was at a Farm King in western Illinois last week, looking for the knife section (turns out the knife section is basically just an afterthought in the rifle section, long story, separate post) when I found myself in the hat section. I have never been a hat person but I was standing there, looking at these hats and I suddenly thought: One of these hats is mine. It was kind of the only thing I have been really sure of in a long time.
Anyway, very excited about my new hat.
the highlights for me were the following groups (note, these are my identifications of the groups, not the study’s):
- community 93, pp 2-4: furry twitter. standout words include “*nosetaps*”, “barktending”(! this is bartending, but at a furry event), “hoomans”.
- community 172, pp. 11-15: traditional femininity twitter. subcommunities include brides (or maybe it’s wedding planners?), people who sell shit on etsy, mommy bloggers, and makeup twitter. standout words include “hubs”, “hubby”, “husband”, “bewbs”(!)
- community 213, pp. 38-39: donnie wahlberg twitter. donnie wahlberg twitter is a real thing that i have been mildly obsessed with for a while. standout words include “twug” and its derivations. it is short for twitter hug, and if you are very lucky, donnie wahlberg will do it to you.
- community 217, pp. 40-41: british and irish twitter. the word list here is great because it’s basically all the words i’d use if i was trying to imitate a british person. “gutted”, “bloke”, “rubbish”
- community 307, pp. 54-59: foodie twitter, with subcommunities of wine and travel twitter. they love “chard” and “macarons”.
- community 375, pp. 61-65: black twitter, with subcommunities of bay area black twitter (“hella”, “slappin”) DMV black twitter (“bammas”), and ”the skorpion show” twitter (i think?? don’t know much about this one - fill me in if you do).
there are also various varieties of teen fandom twitter, and lots of other regional twitters (australia, south africa, malaysia). plus lots of varieties of tech twitter, including regional tech twitters, but they’re mad boring. interestingly, movie twitter and fiction/publishing twitter showed up, but not so music twitter.
Boylston St, Downtown Boston, Saturday the 13th (by kfan)
It was just me and the boys this weekend. We didn’t really have any plans but they had some Barnes & Noble gift certificates to use so we decided to go downtown. We were going to take the #1 bus down Mass Ave but it was nice out and the boys asked if we could walk. It’s a long walk, especially for a 7 year old, but it was a nice sunny day, and walking across the Mass Ave bridge, over the Charles, is one of my favorite things about living here, one of the most pleasant things you can do on a nice day. So we walked down Mass Ave, turned at Boylston, got drinks at a cafe, bought a ton of books, then continued on our way uptown. I thought maybe we would walk to Park and take the Red Line back. We stopped and listened to two girls who were singing a Pink song outside. Their sign said “Help us get amps”. I totally forgot the city would be packed with people here for the marathon. It was crowded but they had closed Boylston off to traffic already. We walked in the middle of the street the whole way uptown, Kinnell said it felt like we were doing something illegal. We walked past the bleachers that had already been set up, walked over the finish line painted across the road, walked up Copley, past the library, past where everyone would be standing and watching the runners, and into the park. The sun went in and it got much colder but we sat for a while and watched the Swan boats. We decided to stay downtown for dinner and kept walking. We stopped at a candy store beneath Quincy Market, and then kept walking, up into the North End. It was a nice day.
I wrote about Austin Mahone, Drew Shipley, and other famous people you haven’t heard of, at The Morning News.
I could write a lot more about Austin Mahone and I could write a lot a lot a lot more about People Who Are Famous On Instagram but I’m already dangerously close to being the internet Game Andy Rooney so I’ll chill with it for now
It wasn’t until Roger Ebert began to wrangle the wide world of the internet — the way I had with a LiveJournal at fourteen — that we walked on the same turf.
“It means I am not going away”/ Smile Politely, April 8, 2013
Honored to contribute a little something to Smile Politely’s special In Memoriam issue today.
I largely ignored Ebertfest when writing this essay, though the film festival has marked my life, much like it has for countless other people. I tried to work in the anecdote of The Time My Friend Mike Made the Funniest Joke I’ve Ever Heard in Real Life to Date, but the only real connection is that it happened while Roger Ebert was in the room, so it was a stretch for the In Memoriam issue. ANYWAY HERE IT IS NOW:
I went to the Ebertfest showing of Synecdoche, New York three years ago after scoring a ticket from my friend Mike as he waited in line outside, under the glowing old-timey marquee. I was there for this, I stood for that ovation, I cried when I heard the computer voice speaking for Roger. Synecdoche, the voice relayed, was perhaps the best film of the decade. It was about life itself. (For the record, I tend to agree, on both counts. Would I have even seen the film if not for Roger; would these realizations have dawned on me without Ebertfest?)
The movie is only two hours long but massive, an epic. I was wiped out, slimy with popcorn butter, hollowed out by despair and awe after. Charlie Kaufman came out for a Q&A with the audience—CHARLIE KAUFMAN—Charlie Kaufman. Responsible for writing and directing Synecdoche, for writing Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, for Being John Malkovich and Confessions of a Dangerous Mind—all milestones dotting my own life, a laundry list of stories that have turned my mind inside out. He came out and joined Roger onstage and the theater, all of us in all those seats, rocketed with applause.
Quiet followed then, as the panel turned to us for questions, as Charlie Kaufman and Roger Ebert smiled at us, waiting. In that perfect church-silence.
That was when Mike elbowed me and pretended to raise his hand and said under his breath: AH, YES, I HAVE A QUESTION. ANY PLANS FOR A SQUEAKQUEL?
My first thought upon hearing of Roger Ebert’s passing was What is going to happen to Ebertfest? I lived in Champaign-Urbana for 8 or 9 years and actually only ever attended a few of the movies, but the fact that the community came together every year to appreciate movies, sure, but also to appreciate Roger Ebert, was one of the very coolest things about living there. I hope Ebertfest just gets bigger and better now.