The web is dead. Or so I’ve heard. At first, the news dotted the landscape of social network trending topics and wall posts. I felt the collective gasp of masses looking at those horrid words in default Lucida Grande. Even the king of pop isn’t bigger than this, right? As the folks gathered for the vigil, I realized the turnout was for a smart phone, on the eve of sales. The distant flickering was of screens, not candles. Apps, they say, aren’t the web, but the Internet. I read it first on a website. And TMZ didn’t break it.
Rich in 99 words
Richard is a technologist / satirist / skeptic hybrid species (genus : teknosatirskeptis). He has spent most of his life in New York City, aside from his undergrad stay at Syracuse University where he earned a degree in English while narrowly escaping hypothermia. He preaches quality by day at R/GA while curating SPLIT Quarterly and various side endeavors whenever he gets a chance. He currently resides in Manhattan’s Upper West Side with his wife and son in an overpriced, undersized apartment full of gadgets named after notable writers. He enjoys chrysanthemum tea, 70% cacao, cookies and avoids celery at all costs.
