You ever have one of those weeks where time just gets away from you? Yeah, me too. So here are three (truly) random links from the ones I’ve saved over the past couple of weeks.
- It’s Not Your Fault You’re a Jerk on Twitter. While I don’t necessarily agree with the entirety of this article–I know entirely too much how some of the sausage of the harassment of Neon Yang was propagated–I did find the separation of types of harassment into an inverted pyramid a useful image. And this: “The sheer weight and volume of so many people bearing down on an individual all at once becomes powerfully destructive, even if many of those people are being ‘nice.'”
- A gripping yarn: inside the Knitting.com drama. Or: don’t fuck with knitters. We will end you. Also reading between the lines, these guys were actually going to plan to teach all the nice little old knitting ladies how to be entrepreneurs and simply didn’t understand that knitting designers and people who design knitting tools and who are knitting-adjacent are already entrepreneurs, thank you very much.
- Is Our Definition of Burnout All Wrong? First of all, Anne Helen Peterson, it’s not just millennials who get burned out. Your blinkered focus on middle class white women between the ages of 30 and 40 is fucking weird and you need to stop it. Ahem. Not that this article is by AHP, I just sort of have a twitch when I see the word “burnout” these days. “…the problem isn’t the burnout. It’s an economic system that makes individual workers essentially dispensable, so that the workplace becomes a site of survival struggles. “I really think it’s a tool of oppression, to keep folks constantly busy, and we’re overworking and underpaying them,” she [Hassel Aviles] explains.”
My #100Days project proceeds nicely over on Instagram. I’ve also finished a pile of other paintings, too–a lot of trying new things, trying to figure out what I want to do after I finish the first series of gradients. But I’ve also resurrected some older paintings, ones where I’d done a wash and then not known what to do next. In a couple cases, the washes date from before I got sick in 2018. I’m particularly pleased with how this one turned out:
And last weekend, we went to our first concert of any sort since March 6, 2020, and my first rock concert in–I don’t even know how long. More than a decade, at least. Anyhow, it was Wesley Stace opening for The Connells. I’ve seen Wes play many, many times since moving to the East Coast almost 20 years ago, but I have been waiting to see The Connells live since the spring of 1992, or, thirty fucking years.
We went up a Brooklyn Bowl in Philadelphia, which turned out to be a converted former industrial building with–yes–bowling alleys. Both downstairs next to the restaurant and upstairs, next to the stage. The upstairs ones were “luxury” lanes with better views of the stage than the general admission area. This is also where the accessible seating was, so I had a fantastic view.
I honestly can’t put into words what this show meant to me. As I told both Mike Connell and Doug MacMillan after the show, without their music, Wes’s music, that of Guadalcanal Diary, and the steadfast friendship of my favorite cynical omelet, I literally would not be here right now. My senior year of high school and the years I spent in college were truly awful in a lot of different ways, but primarily in the way that no one but Jennie seemed to notice. I was struggling with a lot of very serious issues and no one in my family noticed or cared–then again, my joke that I basically left home at 17 isn’t entirely untrue, either (yet another one of my jokes about my younger years that isn’t very funny).
Anyhow, here are some pictures!
Have a wonderful week, everyone. I’m working on an essay and a couple of book reviews, so fingers crossed, there will be some new content soon. Assuming my brains stop getting fried by the combination of Vue.js and Bootstrap–both things I’m not hugely familiar with but am getting a crash course on. I’m learning a lot, especially around how challenging it is to convert a designer’s vision into workable code.