“Imagine a world where the next kids getting started with their big idea are stuck having to think about negotiating or establishing relationships with these big gatekeepers – before they’re even able to think about doing anything ambitious on the Internet. That’s a really, really scary notion and one that we need to work very hard, and will be working very hard, to make sure does not happen.”—David Karp on net neutrality at Wired BizCon (via david)
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they’ve faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don’t worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts. Don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Don’t waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind. The race is long and, in the end, it’s only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don’t.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You’ll miss them when they’re gone.
Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t. Maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t. Maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else’s.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don’t be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they’ll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They’re your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you’ll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you’ll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don’t mess too much with your hair or by the time you’re 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
— Mary Schmich (though attributed as Kurt Vonnegut’s MIT commencement speech, 1997), also known asThe Sunscreen Song.
I love los angeles and I don’t think I will ever grow tired of california, but I know there’s an entire world out there to experience and every day is a new opportunity to do just that. Postscript, I hate the Beach Boys. Sorry.
Coachella was a lifestyle for some of us a decade ago, long before most people had ever heard of it… before RFID encoded badges, iPhones, instagram, before it was co-opted by bloggers, energy drinks, and urban outfitters… before lists of 73 inspiring floral head dresses or sponsored social media, because a decade ago “social media” wasn’t a thing.
This was also the apex of the last great radio station, Indie 103.1 — not as much a radio station as a cultural legend, Indie 103.1 broke bands that changed popular culture, it was an oasis in a dark desert of autotuned radio rap and Creed-insipired redbull rock… communities like tumblr have made it so much easier for freaks and nerds and misfits to come together and discover new, amazing things, but a decade ago Indie 103.1 was the only place you could go to hear DEVO deep cuts played between French electro and Hieroglyphics. The station was last in ratings for five years, but launched the careers of so many incredible musicians, music supervisors, and so many of my friends.
This was also before every kid on the planet had Serato and access to every white label track ever recorded, mash-ups were fairly new (in a time when mash-ups were tracks, and not an empty buzzword used by douchey tech execs and “brand ambassador” blog girls) and every friday night DJ Paul V played the newest, rarest mashups from the emerging scene of clubs and parties popping up around Los Angeles. In 2009 amidst strong corporate pressure to commercialize, Indie 103.1 ceremoniously switched off the lights instead of compromising the station that we all fell in love with, but DJ Paul V and some of the other Indie DJs have resurfaced as Independent FM, where Paul hosts his other Indie staple, NEON NOISE every Friday & Saturday night 9pm-midnight.
I remember like it was yesterday, driving down PCH one Friday afternoon eight years ago, heading to the desert that night for Coachella 2006 when this mix came on… It would be silly to try to describe the feeling that washed over me because it was so much about that time and that place and so intimately tied to my personal life — to say the least, it made me happy. Several years passed and I always remember the mix, I spent a lot of time searching for it but somehow it didn’t exist on the internet. Nowhere. Then a few months ago I got in touch with Paul V and after sharing our stories about Coachella, Indie, and a different era of music and DJs he found the mix saved on old hard drive… and now here it is for you.
Play it on your way to the desert this weekend, and look for me — I’ll be out there with the other fossils talking about how things used to be.
“He who joyfully marches to music rank and file has already earned my contempt. He has been given a large brain by mistake, since for him the spinal cord would surely suffice.”—Albert Einstein (via humancode-us)