...Is All It Takes to Get Started
Popular music of the sixties was another instance.
I certainly enjoyed my time in college in the early 80s, being in underground ("post punk" as we know it now, or "new wave" or artsy punk) bands when nobody besides those of us involved in it cared much about it. Nobody knew what we were doing (including us, I guess) so we were free to keep making it up as we went along. I still feel like that's almost always the best way to do anything creative.
I'm inclined to think that there's always someone having their "six weeks" somewhere.
My first reaction to so much art that I love has been: "Wow, that was great! What WAS that?".... Also, I have to go back to "Give My Regards to Eighth Street" (Exact Change), which I finally started reading while thinking (and writing) about the recent Guston exhibit. Philip Guston -- still confusing!
It’s all frolic and fun till thermodynamics kicks in and the hard work of maintenance begins. Artists like Cage, Byrd, Ferlinghetti etc can flame out and leave their indelible mark. Not so for social media. Surviving is the struggle.
Twitter will evolve. And “if you can make it there, you can make it anywhere”.
I still have my Billy Ruane Helldorado membership card. Grateful for each little six week interval of "every other tuesday night in the back room no one else is using".
0.6 hours online in 1993. More time than I got. My roommate at the time brought (I think this was 1992) to our apartment a Usenet terminal he got from his campus job (he was a grad student then) and having that at home was amazing.
I didn’t have any trouble seeing the value of the web. We used to have things like “cool site of the day” to tell you where interesting content was.
as many times as I saw the domain 'world.std.com' it never occurred to me that std meant "software tool & die"; I always assumed it meant "standard" or something