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Personism

A good word, and a great blog. Fauxcabulary.com — my slow and steady accumulation of newly formed words that reflect the changing things we need to describe before they’ve officially been coined — got a nice mention on Personism today. Teehee, she said it was “charming.”

Consider my day made.

The Fauxcabulary link is in good company. Do check out the House Industries video link about spelling, presented flip-book style by 102 year-old Ed Rondthaler.

Elsewhere, lots of rehashing of the NYT article about “ambient intimacy” and human closeness in the age of digital networking. Finally, it explains the appeal of twitter (and the cumulative building over time) better than anything else I have read, particularly that you can’t just read a page-full of updates once or twice and get the point of twitter, “Yet it is also why it can be extremely hard to understand the phenomenon until you’ve experienced it. Merely looking at a stranger’s Twitter or Facebook feed isn’t interesting, because it seems like blather. Follow it for a day, though, and it begins to feel like a short story; follow it for a month, and it’s a novel.”

Me, I dig the ambient intimacy.

Posted by mia on 09/08 at 09:52 AM

  1. I liked that NYT article, especially the end where he talks about Twitter, et al, as a philosophical act. “The status update as literary form.” I like that. It makes me feel like maybe all the time I waste crafting things for the Internet is not such a waste after all. It’s literary! It’s a literary form! NYT said so! (I’m joking, of course. Except for the philosophical part. That is totally legit.)

    Posted by chrissy  on  09/09  at  10:25 AM

  2. Indeed, highly philosophical and literary.

    I’m about to twitter something like “wow this sure is a big rain storm.”

    With footnotes, we claim all sorts of artistic intent. heehee
    imaginary future discussion of twitter remnants in historical context… (imaginary highbrow voice)
    Note the “big”, and “rain storm.” Clearly she’s referring here to the largest state in our union, and thereby invoking the desperate image of the lone wolf, running across a field no longer his own, and finally, collapsing under a strafing barrage of bullets.

    It’s totally like that.

    Posted by mia  on  09/09  at  10:41 AM

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