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Image of the Week: Tag yourself I’m an Old Millennial

Some weeks you just need a laff.

At first I thought this meme was just shitposting and silliness. Then I looked closer.

 

Ah yes, pogs.

I will never forget the time that my brother and his friend challenged each other to a six-pack-of-Surge challenge during a Superbowl. (I think they made it to four.) Or the framed Pikachu card I have in my kitchen (yes I’m serious), gifted to me by my brother after he moved on from dominating the Pokemon card came.

Personally, I had a—briefly—a collection of pogs.

My brother is Core Gen Y (he’s younger than me).

I’m Early Gen Y.

I’ve never loved thinking of myself as a Millennial, but I’ve come to terms with it. As a generation, they’re too whiny and short-sighted (at least as described by Boomers) to be something that I wanted to identify myself with. Birth years don’t lie, and no matter how much I hate thinking about myself in that way, my life trajectory is quite Millennial.

The best descriptor I’ve found for myself is “Old Millennial.” There was a time in my life when I didn’t know what the internet was, and I became an adult without owning a cell phone. Most of my childhood was spent reading books or running around in the woods or at ballet class. Growing up, our household was wired—my dad loves computers and we had a lot of PC games—but my first encounter with high-speed internet or AOL messaging was in college. My folks still had dial-up well into my undergraduate days (I would connect to open wifi when I was home for breaks, otherwise my blossoming internet habit tied up the phone line for hours).

Anyway.

I love how memes can convey such depth of truth with such brevity. The best memes refine a complex concept or set of symbols to a very fine point, presented in such an unrefined manner that they demand that your mind do the work of assembling the pieces back together.

That’s why they’re so sticky. The meme only sets the stage.

You still have to do the work.

 

Image of the Week: Hallomeme

Sometimes I crave Spaghetti-Os. This is weird for a few reasons.

  1. Who even thinks about Speaghetti-Os?
  2. It’s been over a year since I’ve eaten something that wasn’t meat, eggs, cheese, butter, or coffee, and I really don’t crave any of that stuff.
  3. Ew.

Yet still, the cravings are there. They don’t belong, but still pop out and say hi.

That’s kind of how I feel about this image:

Memes in real life.

Semi-obscure right wing memes in real life.

Semi-obscure right wing memes in real life themed for a holiday.

So wrong and yet so right.

 

I love the implicit sub-plot of this setup—it could lead toward its own horror movie. Or rather, long-form YouTube video.

 

 

Bite-size

» I’ve been ruminating on the NPC meme. If you pay attention in this world, you’ve seen it before. It’s nothing new. If you’ve ever tried to do online dating, you’ve seen it. If you’ve ever worked customer service and known the exact conversation you’d have with someone before they even open your mouth, you’ve seen it. I recently moved, yet I see near carbon-copies of people that I knew in my last living environment.

Today I’m wondering if one of the hallmarks of an NPC is the inability to conceive of a way of thinking outside of oneself. Not just the ability to entertain the idea as a “thought experiment,” which most people can and will, but actively cultivating and using other people’s way of doing things to everyone’s better advantage. I feel like many of the people I talk to come from a “but why would you do it that way?” perspective, like any other way of tacking a problem is completely alien and therefore wrong.

I think this is closely related to solipsism.

 

» Speaking of solipsism, this type of thinking may be why the fashion industry is so insufferable.

Coco Chanel, a winter, once said that “Women think of all colors except the absence of color. I have said that black has it all. White too. Their beauty is absolute. It is the perfect harmony” – and thousands of editorials ever after never dared to question her. Similarly, a famous Australian fashion editor, also probably a winter, insists that her family all wear white on Christmas Day (which may indeed be a great foil for her, but mightn’t do much for a Soft Summer cousin or Autumn in-law.) A lot of fashion gurus seem to be winters, come to think of it, and perhaps this projection and marketing of personal bests as universal truths is a key point to understanding the industry as a whole.

In other words, people want rules and “universal truths” instead of thinking for themselves and standing on their own two feet. That goes double for fashion people.

Anyway, in my drugged-up, post (minor) surgery state I’ve decided that the absolute best way to spend my time is to do a deep dive into Personal Color Analysis and revisit, once again, the question of “If I’m a Soft Summer why do I look so good in olive green?” Seriously. The 12-step, more nuanced version of the “seasons” color palette makes a lot of sense, but I still can’t really figure out where I fit. I have a lot of characteristics of a “soft,” but have more contrast than the typical Soft Summer palette. I don’t do pastels, but feel at home in jewel tones. Yesterday I thought I could perhaps be a Dark or Deep Autumn, but I’ve never considered myself particularly warm-toned.

My skin has yellow undertones with pink overtones. My eyes are hazel and grey. I prefer wearing warmed-up cool tones (olive green, plum) and cooled-down warm tones (burgundy, brown). Basically I am very confused.

It doesn’t really matter if I fit in a category of someone else’s color system, as long as I find colors to wear that I like, that harmonize with me, and that project an image that helps me to succeed in this world. But I, like the people I grumbled about three paragraphs above, simply seek a set of rules and universal truths that will make me feel better about myself and my place in the universe.

I just talked myself into and out of a hole in the span of a few paragraphs. That is kind of weird.

 

» Speaking of weird, or maybe just speaking of drugs, WHY DO PEOPLE LIKE THIS STUFF? I do not understand the appeal of being high, aside from the obvious appeal of not being in pain. Especially the type of high that comes from drugs, which is this shallow chemically kind of mind/body change. Maybe it’s because of my extensive experience which I wrote about yesterday, but there is a huge difference between a shallow drug-induced change in your body, and a real, lasting change that you initiated yourself. Energy from caffeine does not equal energy from a full night of sleep. It’s the energy equivalent of fake news.

There are so many other ways to change your state of mind that require little to no effort or money and which have very few side effects or downsides if you get addicted. Like sprinting. Or cream sauce.

Try one of those things before you try drugs, kids.

Image of the Week: NPC

It’s everywhere this week. You can’t escape it. Even my own dad brought it up offline.

The NPC meme.

I was going to write about it a few weeks ago, but never did because…there is a lot. What it means to be sentient, the side-effects of corporatization, IQ and personality type, the mask that we actively present to the world. You get it.

[Jordan Peterson voice] It’s a complex issue. [/Jordan Peterson voice]

Which is why I feel compelled to post Jordan NPCterson.

Not only is this the most beautiful meme I’ve ever seen, it allows me to talk about my changing attitudes toward JBP.

First off, the aesthetic. Great typography choices—the font is just hard enough to read that you have to take a moment to decipher “NPCterson.” (Which is a great pun in its own right.) I love how this one mimics co-opts the popular Millennial aesthetic of sticking something over a pastel background.

Now for the man himself. I read his book, but never got around to posting a review because I couldn’t really figure out what to review—most of what he gets at is already available in his YouTube archive. I would have written about the last chapter—the light pen, which I liked when I read it—but the longer I thought about it the more I kinda got mad at him for stealing his friend’s rad light pen, using it to write 10 sentences, and then never using it again.

I’ve been souring on him as a thinker gradually over the last couple months, but what really got to me was his reaction on the Kavanaugh confirmation. He stated on twitter that Kavanaugh should step down, thereby completely nullifying all the work that the Right had done to get him in there, and validating every underhanded tactic the Left used to try to keep him out.

And then he tried to walk it back as a “thought experiment.” That astounds me, honestly, to be in his position in this political and media environment and to say something like that and expect it to fly. Especially since we all know full well that it could happen to him at any moment.

My other favorite is a line from the Hoaxed trailer: “Falsehoods have consequences. That’s what makes them false.”

Uh, no. EVERYTHING has consequences. That line doesn’t even make sense.

I’m glad carnivory is working out for him, but I’m done paying attention to him and the rest of the “intellectual dark web.”

I miss Martin Shkreli

And I hope he’s doing okay in prison.

That’s all.

I am fascinated by Books of Hours

There is something absolutely intriguing to me about Medieval Books of Hours.

They have their own aesthetic. It is clear that the craftsmen worked hard to create something beautiful, but it is not the same thing that we might consider beautiful in the modern era. It’s like a different visual language. There are a lot of quirks left behind by the makers–marginalia and funny little drawings. Things that would never make it past the “professionalism” filters of our modern marketplace.

Everything is a little bit ramshackle, but obviously made with care and with love.

I love how the text is secondary. This is a book that can be read whether or not you’re actually literate.

I feel like more than ever before, this dualistic text/images way of communicating is relevant, and I want to explore more behind why this type of book worked so well and what it all means. And possibly how to harness this power for the modern era.

When I realized that Orthodox icons are merely memes, my conception of their use changed. Memes have power, but the power is in the idea–not in any particular expression of the idea. Nobody who kisses an icon thinks that they’re literally kissing the person that’s depicted–it’s what that person stands for, what they did. Their meme.

Books of Hours aren’t icons, but they share a lot of commonalities in a visual language and symbolic representation.

Anyway, I don’t know a whole lot about Books of Hours yet. This post is me setting the intention of learning more, and sharing what I learn.

I want to explore Books of Hours in how they were used, and how the shape and reflect the corporate view of time. How they conveyed memetic concepts but maybe also facts. How we might use some of these ideas in the current year.

I don’t really know where this might go, and I like it that way.

There’s a vague idea of where I’d like to end up, but I see the beginnings of a trail in the underbrush.

Let’s go exploring.

The Batfort Reader

Here’s an idea: instead of calling this posts “linkshame,” I’ll rebrand and share what has caught my attention long enough to want to capture. Positive and helping-focused instead of negative and self-focused.

Articles

» Signaling concern over industry funding, Congress presses for transparency at groups supporting NIH, CDC

» Another article on why Peer Review is Not Scientific

» The founder of Cut the Knot.org recently passed away, so I checked it out. Good way to learn math, if you want.

» You can now download printable zines of Catlin Johnson articles. I love this idea.

» A Brief Introduction to Meme TherapyIf the meme strike notes are good, looking at fifty will save you from reading half a dozen books. They might not equip you to defend or attack a position beyond that, but that isn’t the point. The point is either carving out a space for certain ideas to be heard, or closing off a space and booting certain ingroups or positions outside of the sphere of acceptable public discourse.
[Scott Adams would call this “directional truth” rather than “exact truth.” -eds.]

» I’m intrigued by SocialMatter. Gotta love a neoreactionary website with a dot net address.

» The Puritan Intellectual Tradition in America, Part 1: Nineteenth-Century Optimism and Utopian Idealism

» It’s interesting to read this after having been to NYC: The Death of New York City

» The Only 3 Things I Need in a Partner

» Putting a Funny Face on Crohn’s Disease

» Global Stocks Lost Over $10 Trillion In H1, Just Wait For The Second Half

» I dream of living in a community like this one day: The History of the Cotton District

» How to Reinvest your Money

» Lack of group-to-individual generalizability is a threat to human subjects research. This is a big deal, and a truth that you’ve probably encountered if you are an n=1 experimenter.

 

Books and Other Things to Buy (or Not)

 

 

The banality of nihilism

The Faceberg struck gold with this one:

Normies are the real nihilists. They believe in nothing and exist only to exist. They exhibit no passion, no emotion, no yearning for something beyond themselves. They are content to wallow in mud and gorge themselves on gluten free, non GMO, organic slop from the Content Farm.

I don’t mean to say I’m better than these people, but I work with several in their early 30s who are in the same role.

They’ve done nothing with their lives since college. They don’t want to do anything. They collect paychecks, pay rent, and complain.

They’re the walking dead.

And I don’t really care either how they choose to live their lives. If they want to live paycheck to paycheck, smoke weed everyday, and complain about everything…go ahead.

It’s just pitiful to eek out an existence like that without creating, without passion, without living.

I want everyone to create something. Doesn’t matter what it is; everyone has different talents.

Write a book. Make a film. Paint a painting. Build a piece of furniture. Engineer a new tool. Start a business. Compose a song. Develop software. Grow potatoes.

Just make something.

The act of creation defies nihilism because it adds value to a world where value is increasingly abstracted and destroyed.

You as a creator will rise above you as a consumer. Instead of saying “I watched that, I ate that, etc.” you will say “I filmed that, I cooked that, etc.”

 

Do we just assume that other people are normies because we don’t ask about their hopes and dreams and their side gigs? Maybe.

Do we come across ourselves as normies by not leading with what we do in our off time? Perhaps. It’s also a survival strategy. Nobody at a corporate-type job really cares.

But I have talked with quite a few coworkers about what they do after hours, and what they want out of life. I have yet to encounter someone who is as motivated as I am. This goes for multiple jobs, in different circumstances (one in the city, one in a small town), different states, different people in different stages of life.

One described her ideal day as staying home, laying on the couch, and watching TV all day.

I couldn’t do that

I think about this bit from Mad Men a lot:

 

 

Image of the Week: Meme Parade

Debunked or not, this magazine cover will hover around our minds for quite some time.

Today I compiled a bunch of my favorite meme variants. The best of these are yet to come, I’m sure.

PS. It’s my 400th post today!

Trickle down design trends

This is how I know I’m getting older: I have now watched a graphic design style slide from the indie to the cool kids to the normies.

Obviously this has happened many times in history, but it was a notable moment in my own history when I stood in line at the co-op and thought to myself, That’s strange, I’ve seen that design before.

But enough of a weirdo generalist introduction. Let’s talk about magazines.

Taste of Home. It’s not a sexy magazine, or something that’s after the hot new trend. It’s a solid magazine for solid people. I think the appeal in the grocery store checkout is for moms who don’t want to think up what to cook for dinner. It’s a magazine that has a real purpose, but not much excitement.

It used to look like this:

Now that I’m learning more about copywriting and sales letters, this magazine looks like a magazine-sized visual sales letter. Bright colors, enticing taglines, the number of things you’ll find inside that is inevitably a lie (even Vogue does this). Just trying to sell more copies at the checkout, ma’am.

The design reminds me of the blocky titles of the 90s but updated with the “we can never capitalize a word, ever” attitude from the early 2000s.

Ok, but here’s the thing. Now Taste of Home looks like this:

The title has morphed into a compact logo and the lines are much cleaner. Instead of a tableaux of food and color, we have one featured dish on a plain background. The type is simple (although not simple enough imo) and even has a hint (but not too much!!1) of a handwritten feel.

Now where have I seen this magazine cover before?

Hmm.

Hmmmmmmmm.

I trust you can spot the visual similarities. This particular issue is from 2008, around the time of BA’s design update. I was a subscriber at the time, and the teardrop motif was big for a while until they started phasing in handwriting.

Points to Taste of Home for skipping directly to the handwriting trend, although it doesn’t look like there’s any actual handwriting on that cover.

I really liked this era of BA. The magazine was clean and fun, they used some visual storytelling techniques as a result of the clean design, and there were really good ideas for recipes and parties. Part of me wishes I hadn’t unsubscribed, but I moved a couple times and then I started eating only meat. No need for recipes that involve vegetables, so it wasn’t a priority.

So imagine my surprise when I found a BA at my local co-op the other day, looking like this:

(Actually, wait, first I should tell you that I was big into indie and alt magazines for a while. There’s a great local cigar shop in Portland that stocks magazines from all over the world. That’s why I recognized these design elements.)

Look at this. It’s like Kinfolk (the food) mated with The Gentlewoman (the design). Blocky type. Heavy underlines. Lots of framing devices. Negative space. Freeform typesetting. The only thing missing is Millennial Pink ™. Did I mention negative space?

Like literally this same cover was on the newstand. No taglines. No promises. No nothing. I’m interested to see how that works out. Maybe some simplicity is called for now that the expected magazine is gasping its last breath.

(After a while, I made myself stop buying magazines because I felt like the content/money ratio wasn’t good enough. I can get better facts, narrative, and motivation from the internet, although I do miss the glossy pictures that I could tear out and put on my walls.)

We shall end with my favorite edition of The Gentlewoman, featuring the ever-awesome Angela Lansbury wearing the ever-problematic Terry Richardson’s glasses. This is the one with the blocky type, the framing, and – yes – the pink.

The Gentlewoman is one of those magazines that reacts against the “fast/cheap/short” model of magazine journalism by doing long-form interviews with badass ladies and lots of minimalist-traditional fashion. Always a little too rich for my blood, but I appreciated how they talked to actual real women who work for a living. It was the “cool” fashion magazine, the kind that eventually make their way into Anthropologie stores because of their good aesthetics.

Is The Gentlewoman in danger of losing its spot at the top of the design food chain? BA is nipping at its heels.

My instinct says that there’s a new offroad thinking-woman’s fashion magazine in town, but I don’t know what it is.

If you have any idea of what that might be, please let me know.

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