OUT: texting while walking.
IN: Facetiming while walking.
OUT: texting while walking.
IN: Facetiming while walking.
(Also, I am a cogenital anthropomorphizer, always will be, sorry not sorry.)
Amen to this xkcd. Opportunity, thanks for the memories. You were awesome.
I got really excited about Cal Newport’s proposal here and then I realized that if it ever gets implemented that’ll happen after I retire.
The sciences are liberal arts.
Someone really should write a book on this subject.
Newcastle at Wolves has been an excellent ⚽️ match — it’s a pleasure to watch two teams that might not have the top stars but are so well-drilled, well-organized, smart.
Autoplay videos are excruciating, but they’re only part of the problem: there are also pop-over ads, slide-across ads, slide-down ads, fade-in ads. So here’s what I do: I try very hard never to visit any website where ads might be shown. I use an RSS reader to see what’s being posted, and then I send anything that looks interesting to Instapaper, and read it there. Which makes me thankful that RSS has never caught on, because if it did, and other people followed my example, then sites would shut down their RSS feeds. So, um, forget you read this.
It’s odd that people always describe J Dilla’s Donuts as an instrumental record, given that it has vocals almost from beginning to end. But in a way the description makes sense, because Dilla uses vocals instrumentally.
A superb essay on Patreon and venture capital by @Cheri.
Fabulous new issue of The Point.
Been around the block with this one a few times.
This from @mistercharlie explains why I (a) love my iPad and (b) want to throw it out the window at least once a day.
If you say “Yes, I lied about having a terrible disease, but that was because I have this other terrible disease,” I’m not sure people will believe you.
Maybe you need to have grown up where and when I did to get it, but I do love Gary “Bud” Smith’s Country Piano Hymns.
What’s happening in Tasmania is a heartbreaking nightmare.
A remarkable photo essay on black cops.
My son and I doing a postmortem.
I’m needing to get back to Rufi’s Cocina for the incredible tacos (especially al pastor and barbacoa) but above all for the many inventions of the Mad Salsa Maker.
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I posted a new edition of my newsletter.
“The medium was no longer the message, it was just an asshole.”
Pick up your smartphone and ask, “Does this spark joy?” Then bow to it respectfully, and smash it to bits with a hammer.
“Facebook is willing to spend more than nothing on fact-checking, but not much more than nothing.”
I paused in the middle of Andrew Roberts’s biography of Churchill to record a few thoughts.