September 17th, 2012 | daybook
Will Wiles, an acquaintance of this parish, wrote for Aeon today about the New Aesthetic. This was therefore relevant to at least two of my interests, and I began to happily read it. Until I reached:
Warren Ellis, an author who occupies a curious role as intellectual patron for this corner of the London design and technology scene, linked to the post from his well-trafficked website, sending thousands of interested eyes in Bridle’s direction.
I kind of want to ask Will to expound on this, but I’m also remembering that horrible moment six years ago when Bruce Sterling at SXSW accused me of “becoming a public intellectual.” So perhaps I don’t want to poke at it too much. So I am simply posting this here instead, as a note of my cognitive dissonance upon encountering the paragraph.
(It’s actually more disturbing, in some ways, than the moment after Improving Reality when Honor Harger told me one of her team wanted me to be her life coach. I mean, that’s worrying.)
I don’t think it’s remotely true. The one time I was asked to speak to a design/tech crowd in London, it was on the mandated subject of The Near Future Of Pop, and therefore useless to anybody. I am mostly just an interested observer.
(Also, this old place isn’t as well-trafficked as it used to be, for many reasons, not the least of which is that it’s the first thing that falls off the list when work gets heavy. Which I’m working to fix. Again. There’s all kinds of stuff that I haven’t written about here and need to get to. Molly told me that Melissa Dowell had recently said to her something like “why doesn’t Warren love us any more? Why won’t he come back to the internet?” And I suppose, glancing back over the years, that it might seem a bit like that.)
My second column for VICE is up today. You may not have noticed any mention of the first one. See parenthetical comment above in re: my crapness.