For a while I was following this dude who posted cool artsy stuff - paintings, photography, gallery installations. He’s not an artist, just an enthusiast. All the posts were fascinating, but after a while, for some reason, it just became annoying to me. I’d log on and there’d be some original modern sculpture by a protégée, or crazy avant-garde photos from an exotic place. Brilliant things, but dealt out en masse, like fast food, like Halloween candy. Too much of it. Who the fuck are you? Are you really able to appreciate it all, wading through tons of content in order to post 3-5 astounding things a day? The blog started to seem pretentious and overstimulating. I feet like it was desensitizing me to greatness. So I unfollowed. I’m a pleasure rationer. Art shmart.
I was checking out at Trader Joe’s. I was wearing my Google t-shirt.
The older check-out lady said, “Wasn’t Google on the Internet yesterday?”
"… It’s always on the Internet," I said, maybe too affronted for someone that has no personal or financial stake in Google.
"No, not Google,” she said….