It’s still the Associated Press building to me.
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Is anyone surprised at this? The Hottest Chat App for Teens Is Google Docs – The Atlantic
Shards
If you must
sit inside on a bright and lovely day,
focused--for definitions that mean unfocused--
on the screen of a computer,
not the world around,
then the shards of life caught in its web
offer beautiful solace.
Yesterday, while cleaning the screen, I found brief mention of Neja Tomšič’s Tea for five: Opium Clippers. It’s a transitory artwork, a happening, so I can’t experience it, but I’m struck by what tiny glimpse the Internet has given me of her work.
I have one of my browsers set to fu no cookies none zip zilch ever mode, and it’s pretty amazing how many sites simply do not work now.
A couple of pages later in Chronogram, what appears to be a lovely little cocktail made with a pine shrub and bitters: The Evergreen.
Since there is no citrus in the area, we thought it would be a great idea to harvest young spruce tips, when they are highest in Vitamin C.
Emily Woerthman
Puppies
We are watching some puppies for the Guiding Eyes this week. They are cute and sleeping on my foot right now, but make a persuasive argument for having a tile floor.
Lovely talk with Darina Allen of the Ballymaloe Cookery School.
Cheap food is a myth.
The Consumer Wins?
BBC Business Daily discusses 21st Century Monopolies with the Jonathan Tepper, author of The Myth of Capitalism: Monopolies and the Death of Competition, and some others. Tepper talks about the need to deal with regulatory capture and the perks of revolving doors. Sounds familiar.
Alex Moazed, one of the other guests, says that the Internet monopolies are different, non-traditional monopolies, because the consumer wins–because pricing power is not exerted over the consumer, but the producer.
Which makes me wonder, when did we start thinking of the consumer and the producer as two separate and distinct people, and not aspects of a person? Or, how can I buy if I don’t sell?
The Empty Illusions of Advertising
I love the serendipity of an unexpected find when looking for something else. Today I found “Women Whose Lives are Food, Men Whose Lives are Money” (1978) by Joyce Carol Oates.
Where are the promised revelations?
Why have they been shown so many times?
It’s not quite despair, this picture of a week in Pleasant Valley. It is bracketed with the mundane, peaceful–terrible–cares of life.
Even accountants and lawyers need patrons.
The Idler writes:
It just seems so unfair. I feel like saying to my children: “Study accountancy, become a lawyer, go into the city.”
Sarah Kendzior, 2015
How did we end up with this cult of Celebrity, that we permit anything done in its name?
Look outside your window.
Take off your blinders.
See.
Darwin Among the Machines (1863)
We take it that when the state of things shall have arrived which we have been above attempting to describe, man will have become to the machine what the horse and the dog are to man.
It would appear that others on the Internet are as amused as I am that Congress has just realized that they delegated all of their powers to the Executive. Whoops.
This is why I block advertisements. Nice work, Disney.
Curating a feed is a bit difficult when one runs across something interesting and wants to share it immediately, particularly when the interesting thing has a deadline. Join Civil.
via Brent Simmons at Inessential, Joshua Blankenship also misses personal websites.
He misses 2004. I miss the 20th Century.
Testing micro.blog, because “the web itself is the great social network.”
FUD
Fear, uncertainty, and doubt is not just a marketing scheme to sell computer software, but a tactic applicable generally.