Dear S |
I have a friend and I love to send him things I find out on the interwebs. It's good; we have a very similar sense of humor and, truth be told, I miss him during the day so I feel better when I send him these little tidbits. The problem? I feel like I send him a frillion emails a day and I don't want to pester him. The solution? Instead of emailing him, make a tumblr post and pester the whole world. |
Thing is: the internet’s made of IP addresses, opinions, and assholes. It’s what’s there. That’s the basic equipment.
A short course on surviving the web:
- Everything’s amplified. Except subtlety.
- Say things you believe are true.
- No one understands; no one cares.
- Never explain yourself.
- Apologize less; think more.
- Avatars aren’t people; people aren’t avatars; “friends” aren’t friends.
- Everyone thinks you’re talking to them. Seriously.
- Distinguish attacks against people from attacks against one person.
- Assume everyone is alone, drunk, and a little heavier than they’d like.
- Never argue in public. Fucking never.
- When in doubt, take it offline.
- Filter, filter.
- Embrace “hypocrisy.” It drives critics crazy.
- Remember who your (real) friends are.
- Remember who you are.
- Remember you can always stop. Anything. Any time.
- Never make lists of rules.
Rocks.
Röyksopp — Remind Me
Old but so very good.
OH HEY I MADE ANOTHER STUPID WEBSITE.
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This really is toss.
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