a map of people in chicago going home via their geotagged tweets (via gapersblock)
Is this the structure of Chicago? (by Eric Fischer)
700 notes (via nprfreshair)
People ask me what #icmf means. Here I explain it. (Warning: Contains words like motherfucker.)
This is my 700th post on Tumblr, which means I’m Tumbling considerably faster than I’m blogging and very much slower than I’m Twittering. (Which is no shock — I tweet too much.)
I don’t know what’s customary to do for one’s 700th post, but all I’m going to do is this:
If you’re one of my 50 followers… thank you! I appreciate your attention and your patience, real or imagined. Thanks for sticking around.
Some days I will fail to tumble much of interest, and sometimes I’ll break down and reblog something without proper attribution because I’ve gotten drunk on the comedy (or the beauty, or the heady momentum) of the Internet. Thank you in advance for pardoning me on those occasions.
The purpose of this tumblelog is unclear, once again. I call it “a casual notebook I keep on the web.” I use it primarily to stay connected with the Tumblr culture, and to post little snippets of things I find online. To stir the stew, if you will. I’ve used it to write a few hundred haiku. But I don’t use it as a notebook, like I intended, because I’m too wary to share my roughest notes and ideas with you. Everything needs polishing and pruning before it’s right for your worthy eyes. You know how it is.
But I’d like to do more. I’d dazzle you with brilliance, if I only had the knack.
What else can I say?
What if Twitter… came to life?
We asked some of our friends to film their favorite tweets. We didn’t care how they did it. They could read it. They could act it. They could do it with puppets. Whatever they wanted. The only rules were it had to be a tweet written by someone else and it had to contain the entire tweet and nothing but the tweet.
This is what they gave us.
We hope you enjoy it.
@poeks & @sween
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