Suicide is tricky. For the individual, it promises an absolute end to a certain kind of temporal pain, sure — but then, just as quickly, it transfers that pain onto others. And according to its algebra, the multipliers can be huge.
I saw Twitter from nearly the beginning — and cynically ignored it.* In the beginning, I may have had good reasons. At the time, I was completely offline, amassing millions of words in manuscript.
Eventually I got on @michaelstutz, but retained my ambivalence.
Something has recently changed all that — a sure, subtle change in the air, that you can feel, that means this is a time for being and creating online and sharing ideas. And the way Twitter’s evolved in recent years, especially with longer character counts and the addition of threads, it brings new & exciting possibilities for writing. Original Twitter, or “Old Twitter,” is almost entirely a long boring stream of ‘status updates.’ Not anymore. There’s no doubt that the whole thing’s suddenly compelling.
It’s a smartphone, and smartphones are now the only kind of digital camera I use — the other is an old iPhone, which I use with Hipstamatic.
The phone’s dual lens camera with all-manual settings had much promise. And these images do, admittedly, get the “Leica look.” It’s also there to get shots I’d normally miss, because I keep the phone with me all the time.
However, there’s still something unsatisfying to me about most digital imagery. Looking at the results afterward, I realize that I still prefer film over this. And Hipstamatic on an old iPhone is just about the only digital camera tech that can do it for me …