Coyote Tracks: The Emperor’s New Antenna

So I’ve been thinking about “Antennagate.” First thought: stop fucking calling every scandal “-gate,” for Christ’s sake.

Next thought: so what’s the scoop here? Biggest problem in the history of all of mobile phones, or minor issue blown way out of proportion by the tech media? Neither, of…

Coyote Tracks: The Emperor’s New Antenna

Not the ideal way to see Dead Man. But it sure is Summer. My date is my bicycle. I’ve had a couple Sweet Actions. Someone has some goodness around here. I think my city beats the shit out of yours.

Twitter would be so much better if there were no public (or private, even) follower count. These are silly, meaningless numbers that we, because humans are insecure by nature, have started to see as somehow a measure of our net worth. They have taken an informative, fun and constantly evolving new form of media, and turned it into a competition. Everyone should use Twitter like they have a million followers, or they have zero. Just do whatever you want, people. Twitter is not a contest. Lord knows life has enough of those already.

(via leitch)


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I was raised by a single mother. I think the definition of a man’s man has shifted in recent times to this sort of fratty bro, different from the older version, which was aloof and distant—Gary Cooper or Cary Grant or James Bond. Now it’s a little vulgar, kind of lowbrow, adolescent. I’m not that guy. Part of being an adult is treating women like women.

Jon Hamm, W Magazine.