internet explorers club | why IS your millennial crying?
Don't worry, everyone, we can relax because Stephen Hawking has opined on One Direction breaking up. Actually I say this without jest, because his response is amazing:
Clearly Hawking has not given into the new study that says we stop listening to new music at the age of 33. No word if tastes change again at 45 or 78, but there's still time. What's also been going on for 30 years is HBO's "static intro," which has its own fan base, but I can't hear without expecting the Game of Thrones theme after it.
Speaking of our time on earth, scientists have discovered a second, even larger magma chamber underneath the Yellowstone Caldera. Fun!
Taking the opposite (literally) view, someone has turned gorgeous satellite photos of earth into backgrounds for your iPhones.
The New Yorker delves into the "hahaha" vs. "hehehe" debate, which I had no idea was so heated and / or age-related (though I feel very strongly against my autocorrect turning my "haha" into a more enthusiastic "HAHA") Lizzie Skurnick on creating new terms for Our Modern Age, like skinjecture (n., v. to speculate about the plastic surgeries someone has had) . People have not "redesigned Helvetica," it's an alternate to it that's been around from the 50s but sat in obscurity (still cool).
Turns out maybe we're not Millennials after all! To add to the Generation Catalano pile, Anna Garvey suggests the Oregon Trail Generation, hinging on the idea that "we were the first group of kids who grew up with household computers, but still novel enough to elicit confusion and wonder," which seems on point to me. If you still want to stick with Millennial, Gemma Correll's Why Is Your Millennial Crying is actually perfect, and these two panels don't do it justice.
etcetera: The guy who invented the emoticon hates emoji (he would, wouldn't he). Pizza towels. nytimes.cat is just the New York Times but with cat gifs instead of images, so quantifiably better. Kickstarter for a monthly subscription of books and tea.
All right, I need my bottle of Stumptown, so until next time—
Emily
