I Paid $50 for a Tinder Coach and All I Got Was This Sense of Doom


I Paid $50 for a Tinder Coach and All I Got Was This Sense of Doom
I opened the Facebook chat with my Tinder coach expecting to walk away with a hilarious story. It’s a coach for Tinder; how could it be anything but? But one hour, $50, and five extensively researched photos later, I had only one thought: Holy shit, that was depressing.

July 22, 2014 at 10:02PM
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Tripping in the Rift: Is Virtual Reality the Next Drug?


Tripping in the Rift: Is Virtual Reality the Next Drug?
My brain — convinced by an apparently gullible occipital lobe — interprets myself as being not here on the couch, but there, in this digital universe. Though my body may be perched at my friend’s pad on the south shore of Long Island, my consciousness is zipping through outer space like an astral projection, or that trippy scene — you know the one — from “2001: A Space Odyssey.”

July 22, 2014 at 7:15PM
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