in permanent beta. work in media. ephemeral thoughts on the intersection between design, culture and technology. insatiable appetite for startups, eames, iceland, entrepreneurship.
i've also claimed real estate on twitter, linkedin, and way too many other social platforms where you can usually find me by searching @sarablask or some permutation thereof. email is the most reliable way to find me: sara [at] sarablask [dot] com. let's brainstorm.
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i've also claimed real estate on twitter, linkedin, and way too many other social platforms where you can usually find me by searching @sarablask or some permutation thereof. email is the most reliable way to find me: sara [at] sarablask [dot] com. let's brainstorm.
• About Sara
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the new sarablask.com, paring down the digital footprint
I spent my weekend paring down my digital footprint. I killed my old site and redirected the URL to Tumblr, unsubscribed from countless newsletters, group deals, innumerable group deal spinoffs, sale announcements, where-to-eat emails, and deleted my accounts on an assortment of social platforms that will not reach mass adoption.
Privacy aside, there are a multitude of reasons why I did this. Perhaps the most important is that I want my digital footprint to mirror my real-world social network — that is, I want my engagement in the digital space to be focused and meaningful. I operate the same way with my friends. I’d rather spend all day with one good friend than chop my day into four, three-hour blocks to jam more people in. To each her own, but I personally find that kind of time to be far more impactful. Same story in the digital space. Less is so much more.
I still have a ton of HTML/CSS work I’d like to do to this site/Tumblr in coming weeks. I’m fairly determined to do that work myself (hello Lynda) but it’ll probably be slow-going. If things look effed, please bear with me.
The final reason why I wanted to pare down is because I’d really like to do more personal writing in coming months. I’m way out of practice. So out of practice that I skimmed my dog-eared copy of The Elements of Style for the 3,000th time this weekend. That book is nigh perfect, especially for those of us looking to perfect the craft of a simple, declarative sentence.
Buckminster Fuller, Manhattan Island Dome, ca. 1959
The violins. Gorgeous.
