This has come across my dashboard a couple of times now. I keep thinking about it. I’m reblogging it, finally, as a gesture. I keep thinking about it.
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n. a feeling of resonant connection with an author or artist you’ll never meet, who may have lived centuries ago and thousands of miles away but can still get inside your head and leave behind morsels of their experience, like the little piles of stones left by hikers that mark a hidden path through unfamiliar territory.
n. frustration that you’re not enjoying an experience as much as you should, even something you’ve worked for years to attain, which prompts you to plug in various thought combinations to try for anything more than static emotional blankness, as if your heart had been accidentally demagnetized by a surge of expectations.
Tiemen Rapati took 500+ self-portraits Noah Kalina style and combined them all into one photo!
This may be the closest thing to photographing someone’s memory over time that’s ever been done. Is this what a person really looks like in our heads—not one image but a melange of a few or a dozen or a hundred encounters?
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Because “Medium Irrelevant” is so much nicer than “Transmedia”i knew there was a strange turning point, about four years ago, when a girl came up to me at an in-store appearance at a record shop (i think it was in seattle) and waited for an hour to talk to me. when she finally got to me she told me that she didn’t listen to my music, but she loved my blog. i didn’t know whether to be flattered or suicidally depressed. my first thought was” “didn’t my blogging make her want to hear my songs?” and my second thought was “maybe she TRIED and she HATED my songs” and my third thought was “whatever. she’s reading my blog and she likes me. ultimately, mission accomplished. all i really want is for people to like me, anyway”. honestly wins the day. chalk up one more point for amanda palmer, professional narcissist, medium irrelevant.
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Shit, me too! And Massimo Carnevale’s covers— I only hope Vertigo collects them into an art book one day. Fuck, look at that.
I’m going to miss this book BAD
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