28.Nov.2010 oh tumblr, my tumblr
Just over a year ago I came across this service called tumblr. I was heavy into my google reader obsession and stumbled into some photoblogs that were published with tumblr. I’m a fan of collages and curated image collections. The immediacy of visual media coupled with the ability to quickly consume a wide variety of subjects quickly really appeals to my impatient consumerist tendencies. I figure its my duty as a someone who creates visual things to digest as much visually as possible. Tumblr it turns out, is perfect for this.
I quit facebook a couple months ago and have been dedicating more time to my tumblr which I affectionately refer to as aesthetic therapy. Prior to tumblr I used a folder on my hard drive called “inspiration” that I saved any interesting images I came across to. You may have noticed the feed updating in my sidebar towards the bottom of blog.
I started obsessively tagging the images I post and I can proudly say that over 99% of the images I post can be clicked through for the original source. Another bonus is giving the images context. For example I have a host of images tagged because the colors used could make a lovely palette.
The tumblr dashboard is like an rss feeder for other tumblrs. I follow a handful my favorite artists and designers on there along with just random people who’s posts I like. There are also a handful of subject specific tumblrs people maintain with topics ranging from victorians to tattoos.
I really love the simplicity of tumblr. It takes on the less-is-more approach of twitter and similar social web 2.0 services and succeeds. The dashboard allows for endless scrolling which provides an effortless user experience. Talk about media gluttony!
I’m quite proud of my little collection so I’ve set ghostmeat.net to redirect there. Wont you take a moment to check it out? What do you think of this here tumblr service? Useful tool or another time dump?
14.Jul.2008 life supports that which supports life
how much is too much when Nothing was enough in the first place?
this weekend i came to a crossroads where i’m guessing all fledgling young adults eventually land. i found myself in a sort of iconoclastic apocalypse (credits to mia for phrase) where everything i’ve thought was “cool”… everything that i’ve passively worshiped and poured my time and energy into, was not only total crap, but aggressively contributing to my demise. dramatic i know, but hey, i’m a dramatic kind of girl woman.
one fair sunday morning i found myself unusually awake after falling asleep to bohren and der club the night before. i do what i’m assuming is my equivalent of “yard-sale” hunting by apeasing my inner music aficionado and check out some of the “similar artists” last.fm so kindly provides. “kilimanjaro darkjazz ensemble” seemed like an interesting prospect.
hope yr sitting down because its time for a tangent…