Hundreds of years from now, anthropologists will look back at our links and think we humans are a strange breed full of idiots, wits, and the absurd. Enjoy: the year 2014.
Francoise Gamma, “The poetic equation of the message has reached the end of its metaphor,” 2013
Computers Cult, the darker side of Computers Club, is full of severed bodies: it’s a dungeon full of tortured GIFs. Sometimes they’re beautiful, too, like this one.
This morning we woke up to news that as many as 12 people at the Paris-based satirical newspaper Charlie Hebdo had been shot and killed. The attackers came armed with AK-47 weapons and injured 10 others.
The attackers are at large, and at this point, there’s not even enough information to confirm the reasons for the attack. Though the AP reports that Islamic State (IS) had threatened an attack on French soil following a satirical cartoon of IS leader Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi. Twitter reports tell us that the attackers asked for the editors by name—ideological differences are clearly a motivating factor here.
Now, normally, we spend the first hour of our workday collecting links. But today, that didn’t seem appropriate. As many as 12 people died today because they didn’t share the opinions of another group. These aren’t people determining international and national policy. They are one spoke in a machine that gathers and reports news—in this case satirical news.
This is a great tragedy, and though we didn’t know anyone at the paper, we share the suffering of our colleagues. Our job as media is to ask questions, seek out different points of view and to encourage discussion. The response to this work should never begin with an AK-47.
“Reflections ^ Water,” Andorada, 2014
Narrator: [To be read in an overly dramatic voice] Oh, shit, kitty. It’s flooding inside your home. Your situation sure looks fucked. You have but an inch of breathing room above your head. What will you do to survive? Jump in the reflecting pool? Or is that pool a mere reflection of your own thoughts and anxieties? Then your fear is for naught. Do not worry. You will be a true survivor, and I know this because I found you on DeviantArt, where your terrified pixels will live for all eternity.
Happy New Year! Launch into the future with the moist goodness of this porn cake by Scott Gelber.