Ever since Gawker wrote about the “ultimate Craigslist Missed Connection,” this little corner of the New York Internet has fascinated me; nowhere can you find hearts so rudimentarily bared so colorfully raw. And those literary gems of heartbreak like the one Gawker cited — I presume from students in creative writing programs around the city — show up on a regular basis.
The latest contribution is a bit more newsworthy than usual: the author (“w4m – 24”) implies that she kissed the New York doctor who was discovered to have Ebola after returning from Guinea. How so? The post’s title (“Doctor with Short Dark Hair at Bowling Alley – w4m – 24 (Brooklyn Bowl)” references a meeting at Brooklyn Bowl, and the news article about the doctor (who has short, dark hair) mentioned that he went to that type of venue in Brooklyn.
Doctor with Short Dark Hair at Bowling Alley – w4m – 24 (Brooklyn Bowl)
You just got back from a long trip. You told me you’re a doctor. I didn’t believe you. You were so sweet, I barely saw it coming when you grabbed me and leaned in for a kiss. It lasted forever and I still wanted more.
I hope you see this.
An attempt to spread panic? A media experiment? A (surprisingly) truthful confession? A strange coincidence? Who knows, but I’m sure someone will be finding out soon. Probably Gawker. They follow this beat.
The Context update for premium customers will automatically make connections between a user’s notes and external information sources that include the Wall Street Journal, Fast Company and PandoDaily.
From Evernote’s trumpets:
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I wonder how much one of the country’s most established newspapers charges Evernote for access to its trove of knowledge.
Or maybe it’s enough getting exposure to 127 million task-oriented people hungry for information that makes a difference in their knowledge building.
Either way, the message of the shiny Web medium continues its song:
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Launching myself from one hold to another in the climbing gym, I wondered if the movements counted as art. They weren\’t dancing, not overtly. I can\’t say I looked graceful, though internally I felt nothing but grace. And certainly no one would pay to watch me fail at that fresh V6 in back. But does something have to last and exist beyond oneself in some form of constructed media, experiential or tangible, to be art? What if it\’s just a memory in someone\’s mind? And if my climbing counts as art, then what about my bike riding? Or someone jogging? Or one\’s choice in shoulder bag? Or the way you walk to work? The way you say goodbye? Any of it. Are we all artists? Is there a moment we are not expressing who we are? Is the world swimming in it, but we just don\’t notice most of the time, unless we put ourselves in a special place, some sacred ground where we all agree to notice art, and that space itself compels us to do something different, to move differently, to turn a climb into a dance, to sing not speak, to deliver lines not chitchat, to concentrate and purify the pain and hope and ceaseless friction of want and disappointment and deliverance.
The 1Weather app (on Android only) homescreen widget tells me at a glance the temp, date, location and, most importantly for someone who bikes to/from work almost every day, the chance of rain. Yes, that tiny and instantly viewable reading about how likely it is that I’ll get soaked made this into the weather I app I stuck with. For reasons I don’t understand, the weather apps from Weather Bug, stock Android, Accuweather, Weather Channel, Yahoo! and Weather Underground (yes, I tried every one) all bury this chance-of-rain info a screenpress or more away.
Hong Kong scientists made a device that absorbs sound and converts it into electricity. Not magical enough? The decorated membrane resonator (DMR) also happens to be really, really small. That matters because traditional sound-absorbing materials need a thickness ranging from 17 millimeters to 17 meters, depending on the sound’s frequency. These sorcerous discs from Asia still need to be of varied sizes to absorb different noises, but their diminutive nature means — if a noise-maddened man of New York can dream — that a strategically assembled constellation of them could effectively defend the borders of our peace and quiet.
The risks of riding in New York force the experience into the realms of the spirit; only religious reasons could compel one to face the daily barrage of idiots, crumbling infrastructure and rage. In my new $3.99 book on Amazon, Zen and the art of bicycle riding in New York, I share ideas about shaping your mindscape into the contours necessary to survive a two-wheel commute in the Big Apple.