Realization: Deleting all the old, embarrassing FB posts on your wall from whenever ago to ensure that potential employers/dates/friends/human-beings-with-whom-you-interact won’t easily discover the facts hidden behind them is like the modern day equivalent of Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind for our teched out world. Sure, it’s inverted (you’re stopping people from knowing those memories, not yourself), but given how significant Facebook is when it comes to our identity and memory, it kind of is a sort of forgetting. If it isn’t Facebook official, it didn’t happen.
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because media dominate our lives, just like Marcia; affiliated with the blogs Buffy & Barthes and Reunderstanding Media
curated by Jackson Reeves
Stuff I like (all)
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The Music Man, 1962 (dir. Morton DaCosta)
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“She recognized that this is how friendships begin: one person reveals a moment of strangeness, and the other person decides just to listen and not...
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My hero is back in action.
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Shade.
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rupert giles + food/beverages