»american psycho« by mimi cabell and jason huff
this book was made by sending the entire text of bret easton ellis’ american psycho between two gmail accounts page by page. we saved the relational ads for each page and added them back into the text as footnotes. in total, we collected over 800 relevant ads for the book. the constellations of footnoted ads throughout these pages retell the story of american psycho in absence of the original text. this retelling reveals gmail’s unpredictable insensitivity to violence, racism, and sex. it serves as a blurry portrait of an algorithm that exists in our everyday communication simultaneously forming a new portrait of the lead character, patrick bateman.
jason huff/mimi cabell nyc 2012
the sexual tension when u and ur crush are online on fb at the same time and u just stare at their lil green dot
and suddenly you know what gatsby felt like
This is actually the most profound and appropriate literary allusion I’ve encountered so far this week.
oh my god
Thinking about the future and the present and all of it really, and becoming very sad.
I like my job a lot, but it’s only part time and minimum wage. I kinda need something else if I want to ever make a living. I’m frequently checking online and newspapers for jobs.
This economy sucks. I’ve read a lot about people having 2 part time jobs and how that’s not even enough. Most people who can only get part time jobs end up going to school in their free time and getting a degree in something and (hopefully) getting a better job.
But I can’t do school. I tried. I went to college and I can’t take anymore of the education system. I’m not smart enough for it or built for it in any way. But everyone makes it seem like it’s the only solution. It probably is and I’ll just be damned to poverty forever just because I’m not good enough at school.
Time to be sad for the rest of the night.