What it looks like to have Refused tickets in your hand after 14 years
Me: REFUSED
Me: REFUSED
Me: RESUFED
Me: FREFD
ME: REFUSED
Shane Garland, my best friend: I KNOW
Me: That's the only way I can express myself.
Me: I HAVE TO WRITE FIVE STORIES
Me: I CAN'T THINK.
Shane: I am still shaking
"Social media has no understanding of anything aside from the connections between individuals and the ceaseless flow of time: No beginnings, and no endings. These disparate threads of human existence alternately fascinate and horrify that part of the media world that grew up on topic sentences and strong conclusions. This world of old media is like a giant steampunk machine that organizes time into stories. I call it the Epiphanator, and it has always known the value of a meaningful conclusion. The Epiphanator sits in midtown Manhattan and clunks along, at Condé Nast and at the Times and in Rockefeller Center. Once a day it makes a terrible grinding noise and spits out newspapers and TV shows. Once a week it spits out weeklies and more TV shows. Once a month it produces glossy magazines. All too often it makes movies, and novels."

– Paul Ford, Facebook and the Epiphanator: An End to Endings?

Isaac, me and Jordan. January, 2011.

Isaac, me and Jordan. January, 2011.