THE SOCIAL NETWORK
It’s almost impossible not to use any Facebook puns in a review of David Fincher’s The Social Network; references to “like-ing” certain parts or this being something I’d totally “share” seem almost analogous to being hip and timely. But similarly, it seems almost impossible to make a Facebook movie without cashing in on how deeply engrained in our lives...
There is no majesty to war but conviction. All the rest is suffering.– Anonymous
I upgraded the RAM on my laptop today; from 2 gigabytes to 4. I’ll now be able to perform additional and more advanced tasks with greater precision and speed. If only life were like that, where a five minute installation would render us capable of tackling the challenges of modernity and the inevitable flux of time with ever-increasing ease. For now, I will console myself with a Twizzler.
Teacher, Tell Me, What's My Lesson?
It’s never uninteresting to me that regardless of where a person’s from, or how nice they are, or what they look like, they may’ve chosen a career that’s thoroughly morally reprehensible to me. It’s a lingering danger, as was the case tonight when I met David and Joanna, an otherwise charming couple who, it turns out, had chosen careers so unsympathetic I’d...