This Week - Feb 21, 2014

Little by little we accumulate losses, large and small, some of them permanent.

— Your Oral Surgeon Loves You (Christine Grillo for Medium)

Jim is driving, Charlie has her feet up on the dashboard. It goes without saying that windows are down, hair is flying, the Pacific is right there, look at it and we're alternating between Burt Bacharach, The Velvet Underground and Black Moon. I am a smug person personified, in love with my friends and the view, with my cynicism waiting for me back in England.

— What Romance Really Is; an early ode to February the 14th (Stevie Mackenzie-Smith for Discoteque Confusion)

So the question this led me to suppose was do our relationships with technologies form in a similar way to our relationships with people? A hot flush at the beginning, fading slowly to something you could reasonably take for granted but pine for when you’re apart, replace with the new and shiny, or even do away with altogether?

— A sceptic’s week with Google Glass (Tim Devine for Nextness)

It is easy to see the beginnings of things, and harder to see the ends. I can remember now, with a clarity that makes the nerves in the back of my neck constrict, when New York began for me, but I cannot lay my finger upon the moment it ended, can never cut through the ambiguities and second starts and broken resolves to the exact place on the page where the heroine is no longer as optimistic as she once was.

— Goodbye To All That (Joan Didion)