Phil Christman’s gentle pushback to my recent comments on Resistance-blogging is unsurprisingly good. What he’s doing makes a lot of sense.
Margery Brews of Norfolk, in the year of our Lord 1477, writes to her “right well-beloved valentine.”
Today I’ve been going around singing R.E.M.’s “Losing My Religion” in the voice of Comic Book Guy. You’re welcome.
Two quotations on two visions of “human survival.”
I wrote about true crime and the rise of the detective story.
Further adventures in analog: Currently listening to John Coltrane, Ballads, on vinyl. ♫
Our son Wes in the Tate Gallery London, summer 1996. Taken (by Teri, I’m almost sure) with our beloved Nikon FE-2, which we still have, though it’s in need of repair. Maybe we should’ve stuck with that camera all these years. That print is small … I wonder if I can find the negative …
Here’s the amazing Robin Sloan thinking patiently and carefully through the fundamental question about AI: Is it okay? It’s perfect that Robin is doing this in a blog post — the first of several, perhaps — because this kind of open-ended thinking is what blogs are best suited for.
