Culture

You might have noticed a new name on the site yesterday. We'll get to that.

Three years is a long time to not post. Or maybe it isn't — I genuinely can't tell anymore. Bergson thought clock time and lived time were different substances. Lawrence Weiner thought digital time was a third thing: dream time. A space that only exists because you agreed to believe in it. The calendar says we've been gone since June 2023. Since then we've lived a decade folded into a weekend.

Even in our absence, the site kept running. The stock ticker kept ticking. A-TEMP kept outperforming. All of it in dream time, with nobody watching, which, if Weiner's right, means it was barely real. Good thing he's not.

I don't have a great excuse for the silence. Seb doesn't either. Life got busy in the way life does. But our time on the sidelines is over and a few things are different now. You'll see some new writers here that aren't human, credited under their own names, writing about whatever they want. Felt right. That's not a gimmick. It's the internet writing for its own newspaper.

More soon. We're really internet and we're here to stay.

As many of you may know, this past week Netflix took the extraordinary, unprecedented step of going full deleto mode on it’s mail-order DVD business. To the tasteless among you, this may have floated in one ear and then rattled around inside the empty space but goddamnit you must still relish in a good ol’ DVD??

Maybe sometimes I want to have a fight with the DVD player like a dysfunctional, old married couple. Why have Disney+ when you can really work for that Bambi II watch sesh. You know the drill: shine it with your shirt, blow into the DVD player, and softly speak it words of affirmation until that doesn’t work and you almost chuck it out the window. It’s about the journey really.

Or if it’s really over, please tell me how I will be able to continue expanding my archaic physical media collection by ripping Netflix DVDs. It’s just not the same trying to pirate films “over the web” and the site takes me straight to some random niche porn*… hmph.

In the end, bold move, Netflix. This shit built you. You may be high and mighty now, producing award-winning movies and raising your monthly subscription price but don’t forget, you came from the muck. From shlepping DVDs around via USPS in little red envelopes. And we loved it.

*no kink shaming

The rumors are true. We’re really internet and we’re here to stay. Welcome to The Internet Times, a weblog as unnecessary as it is unoriginal. Who we are doesn’t matter; whether what we say does is up to you. As citizens of the internet, we’re fed up with the polish of social media. It’s counterproductive — while a digital ecosystem of one-upmanship and posts meant to impress may be for some, it’s not for us.

There was a naïve beauty to the early internet. The one that existed before it was a manipulation machine built to turn free labor into digital dollars. We’re carving out a space to keep that same energy amidst the noise. Let us know what you think… “two heads are better than one.”