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You know that feeling when you know you’ve seen this-or-that on the web before but you didn’t save the link and now you can’t google it again to save your life? Right. Yeah. So this is me, googling furiously to find a photographer who made a series of photos of Parisians and their apartments.

It was beautiful, lively, reminded me of a Japanese book I own. And I can’t. Fucking. Find. It.

Edit: Just as I say this, I manage to hit the right keyword combo. Seriously, my mind’s like a Venus Flytrap. Once I saw something, it never escapes and my mind auto-tags it… No wonder I can’t remember what I did yesterday, if I remember that some website that I saw well over 6 months ago is about: Paris, apartments, I am a Parisienne, photographer.
Behold the power of my mind: Baudouin

Oh and check out Mademoiselle à Paris. Gahlo made the layout, it rocks.

There’s a strange cocktail of emotions floating around in my heart at the moment.

• 1 part sadness, at a door being slammed in my face after I have cared enough to do my best
• 1 part bitterness, because I guess I expected better but should have known better
• 1 part cynicism, as I’ve been in this situation before and didn’t come out of it a better person
• 2 parts ice-cold determination, because where this is headed, I’ll never be a better person
• A dash of insanity.

I’m done getting mad. I’m getting even.

Edit: To anyone who might be so inclined to tell me that I’m a bitch, yes, I know. Find something original to say. I got the memo. In fact, I wrote the memo.

Edit: I do realise there is a large dose of irony (AN: not the place where Ironians live) in the fact that I contest Riley’s article and go on to insult him. Well… I didn’t say I was better than him. Mind you, it is entirely possible that, had he done this in my physical presence, I’d have said pretty much the same thing in person.
Quoth Ronan’s adaptation of my sentiment: “Hi, I’m a former TechCrunch reader and I think your post was stupid. If I didn’t knew better I would think you are a douchebag Mr Riley.”
Edited accordingly.

In a recent Techcrunch post, Duncan Riley took upon himself to attack the acceptance speech of Doris Lessing as she received the Nobel Price of Litterature.

Out of a 4590 word-speech, he chose to retain 52 word abstract and twist it into a specious argument implying that Lessing had written an entire speech against the internet. The abstract is as follows:

We are in a fragmenting culture, where our certainties of even a few decades ago are questioned and where it is common for young men and women, who have had years of education, to know nothing of the world, to have read nothing, knowing only some speciality or other, for instance, computers.

How could anyone sum up a speech about memory, difference in attitude towards culture and books could have been miconstrued as an anti-Internet speech is quite beyond me.
Upon reading Lessing’s full speech, one cannot help but be struck with the melancholy that tinges her words. She paints a vivid picture of culture in underdeveloped countries and opposes it to the apparent indifference of our “educated elite”.

In response to Riley’s post, after my first attempt where the word douche featured proeminently, I had written an argument as to why the Internet was not helping culture before realising half-way through that it was not the point of Lessing’s speech.

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There had been nothing but iPhone talks around this week. The London bombings went nearly unremarked upon, such was the hoopala around Apple’s new crack gadget.

While I’m usually the first one to pounce upon gadgets, this one leaves me totally cold. My dopod does better stuff than the i-can’t-Phone.