he's definitely depressed, or a dour figure. somehow beneath that lurks a person who seems to have a hard time denying compassion forever - hey, he's the guy most likely to leave suck to write a book for chrissakes. you've got to be a genuine masochist to try thati wrote this of him in 95/96:
taken @ reboot 1998
c a r lhis web page used to start:
I'm all fucked up inside.and the real bad shit that happened to him was unflinchingly explored in deadpan linearity.
the page has changed, to incorporate other styles of writing, often haikuish - his pop culture pendantism, his personal product placements, and links to his various appearances and celebrity.
all ironic, of course.
i was talking to Jonathan Steuer once about Carl and he said "he's obscured the covering up of the sumulation of Carl."
he's developed a good measure of digital pundit prominence.
i guess he really wanted to be a celebrity. he colluded creating his own fan club. he even posed in joe boxers!
but now carl has emerged as long term player. in dolce-gabbana sunglasses. with regular columns and book deals. and a loft in soma. even a mortgage!
carl's a nice guy. and now he's more excitable.
he got really excited when we were in denmark together, he found that he gave a good talk nitpicking my idealism. ("the web now is about exit strategy")
he continues to play the cynic, but now he seems to enjoy it a little more. blond streaks in his hair type of deal.
he was my first adversitizer.
alone, he's more genuine and sympatico -
back when he was with this clown, on the other hand...
he's most always entertaining.