Before landing on this page, you and I were only separated by a mere three degrees. Now we can be one on the web. That's not the definition of technological singularity but it should be.
With this tumblog, I promise kittens and balls of yarn for the kittens to play with. There will be some making out and a lot of hand-holding. I hope that when you are lonely and lost on the outmost corners of the interweb, you can come here and find yrself and feel the good vibrations. You are special and no one can touch that!
Your Pal Mal
The Tiny Werld of Tumblr.
After the Paper Magazine party, I got dinner with my best buddy Pierce and a lovely girl he met recently at the Tiffany Koury fashion show. While Pierce and I have a history of loving eachother but not so much eachother’s friends, Ashley was the exception to the rule. Though I can’t remember quite how the discovery was made, I think it was when she told a story that I had read reblogged by my good friend Amy that I realized homegirl was not only part of tumblr (asimko) but totally on my radar.
Amy (or cakeface) started as my dance teacher, became something more (ooooh did that sound homo? I hope so!) and then took a graphic design job in Philly, so I don’t get to see her as much as I like. Regardless of the fact that neither of us use tumblr to write about our personal lives very often, it keeps us on the same page with one another and starts a sort of continuous dialogue between us that consists of posts which turn into instant messages, phone calls, emails, and, of course, reblogs. In a sense, tumblr does what strictly networking sites pretend but often ultimately fail to do.
Yesterday, Peter Berkman (or uh, peterberkman) called and asked if I could put him and some of his friends on the guest list for the Crystal Castles/Cool Kids show last night. Though Pete couldn’t make it out until after the show, he sent Eric (or eric) in his stead. Upon the discovery of my tumblr, Eric followed me from his iphone and I discovered he had posted images from Amy’s flickr. Though I’d actually mentioned Amy while discussing Rochester with him earlier that night, he had no idea who she was, and neither of them followed eachother (until probably after this moment or when I brought all of this to Amy’s attention.)
Though most of them don’t know each other in real life nor each other’s real names aside from their online aliases, it makes perfect sense that all of us would be inter-related somehow as tumblr seems to lend itself to connecting like-minded people with similar aesthetics in a sort of synthetic-social stratosphere.
