Wednesday, December 03, 2014

old hat

' [t]he live updates, the streaming commentary, the instant video, the on-the-spot reporting, and the tittle-tattle of Twitter...

And then came the blur: hypertext at hyperspeed. It’ll be easy, when someone decides to study this problem carefully, to measure the acceleration of news. Everyone’s either collecting data or providing it, whether they know it or not.'

---Jill Lepore, The New Yorker.

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Blur vs the constant gaze of love.

The death of the heart was prefigured in the glance of the eye, the glance that looked through everything. 

The past is preserved, stored, archived, "mummified", piled up like a heap of ruins-and thereby ceases to be the past.

A thousand songs on your ipod, 10,000 books available on kindle; the British library, Mecca, has 14 million titles. 'One hundred books to read before you die' has, with time, become ten books to read ... 

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