Those who follow @munki about the tubes — in, of course, a warm and non-threatening way — will know that she shifts house and contents regularly. It was an unexpected turn of events, however, to find (via @dubh ) the tender cat-and-crochet chronicles of Not Pants transformed into something belonging to another user at Tumblr.
Most curious of all, to my language-logging mind, is the way in which what was a metaphor, whose self-effacing qualities provided an aspirational example, is now the literal title of a tumblelog of fashion faux pas, in no way connected with the former operator of the original URL. This is not to say that I don’t value the social service of pointing out the affront to aesthetics of those who sport tights as the rest of us sport tracky-dacks, but it is to say that something is lost in the change.
I have, like anumberofothers, been playing with the interface at Formspring. Should you wish to interrogate me on matters serious or facetious, the questions and answers are published to my tumblelog (a purpose for which, as you may recall, I have been looking around for a while). The interface seems buggy and I’m not sure therefore how long things will continue to run, but the internet is nothing if not a place for fads.
A little while ago I asked what I should do with my tumblelog. I’d given up on the limited formatting and code mismatches that came with syndicating its poems and idle frippery to these pages and decided to keep all my musings in a single source. Since then, tumblr itself has continued developing its particular character as a perpetual scroll of site-themed scraps, images, small reflections and aggregates. In this, I’ve started to go with the flow once again, aggregating there my links from delicious, digg, and flickr, along with this site and the White Mist, and also occasionally using the “reblog” option to circulate what I like elsewhere within the tumbled network. The last of these activities relies on reading more widely the tumbled sites of others, and this is proving a further strand of leisured amusement (not least the prevalence of sites that, following on from this one, including “fuck yeah” in their title).
A brief note that will not make sense when syndicated to my main site, and it is this: this week’s poem I have posted directly to Harvest Bird, in order to use a plug-in that links hashed-keywords to the appropriate Twitter-search. You can read it here.
Since the poem concerns Twitter, here is an alterna-Tweet:
Those who follow @munki about the tubes — in, of course, a warm and non-threatening way — will know that she shifts house and contents regularly. It was an unexpected turn of events, however, to find (via @dubh ) the tender cat-and-crochet chronicles of Not Pants transformed into something belonging to another user at Tumblr.
I have, 
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Blogger
Flickr
YouTube
Twitter
Vimeo
Twitpic
Tumblr
Linkedin
LiveJournal
Mobypicture
Facebook
Picasa
Google Profiles
Google Reader
Posterous
Tumblarity*
13 November, 2009
in commentatrix,tumblr,writing & research
A little while ago I asked what I should do with my tumblelog. I’d given up on the limited formatting and code mismatches that came with syndicating its poems and idle frippery to these pages and decided to keep all my musings in a single source. Since then, tumblr itself has continued developing its particular character as a perpetual scroll of site-themed scraps, images, small reflections and aggregates. In this, I’ve started to go with the flow once again, aggregating there my links from delicious, digg, and flickr, along with this site and the White Mist, and also occasionally using the “reblog” option to circulate what I like elsewhere within the tumbled network. The last of these activities relies on reading more widely the tumbled sites of others, and this is proving a further strand of leisured amusement (not least the prevalence of sites that, following on from this one, including “fuck yeah” in their title).
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