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If you’ve been reading us for a while, you’ll know that I have an inordinate fondness for the early days of this here World Wide Web. I have become disenchanted with social media, the infinite scroll, and not just Web 3.0, but even Web...
There’s a tradition of bloggers making grand announcements when they change something on their site, such as its visual design. As this strikes me as yet another manifestation of techno-individualism, a kind of PR for the demesne of me,...
A lot of things are always happening. Only one story matters. Claude Fable 5 and Claude Mythos 5 were shut down, by the White House, via an imposition of export controls at 5:23pm on Friday, wreaking all sorts of havoc. … Continue reading →
Allow me to introduce you to Jacques, as in Tati. He was a stray, sleeping out in our garden for two years – two very cold Winters – but wouldn’t stay when we coaxed him to feed him. Eventually we negotiated with the various people...
A mid-morning downpour. I push my chair back from the sudden curtain of roof-runoff and continue writing to the thrum of it. After half an hour it subsides into drizzle and birdsong. A male towhee flits through the yard, pursued by a...
Allan Rankin sang:The Jeffery boys are strong and leanThe best damn workers you’ve ever seenThey’ll cut more wood than a horse can haulNear six chords before nightfallThis morning, at The 5th Wave, the daughter of one of the Jeffery boys...
You probably don’t really think of Who Framed Roger Rabbit? (1988) as a frock flick, but
For years, people have used social media to seed disinformation in order to swing elections. Now, the answers our search engines and expert systems produce have become more vulnerable.
A commenter recommended the book, Addiction by Design: Machine Gambling in Las Vegas, by the anthropologist Natasha Dow Schüll, and I checked it out of the library. It’s a study of people who play slot machines and video poker, focusing...
Back when I was a salesman and young and with no real direction or idea as to what I wanted for myself, the bad days were hard and the hard days were unbearable to say the least.An older friend of mine used to tell me, “just keep...