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But I don’t know if the Web—or the digital rights movement or Occupy or meme culture or whatever your personal fancy is—will ever be retaken. There’s space for an underground now—which is good enough for me. Perhaps better than trying to fit all of mainstream society in. And maybe social networks can stay—as a kind of fly paper
Queer the web.
"Whenever I have some time to myself, I panic."
Whenever I have some time to myself, I panic. Unstructured time — especially spent alone — is phenomenally rare in my life and I feel an overwhelming obligation to make good use of it. I should get some laundry done. Meal prep. Ask each item in my dresser if it brings me joy. Figure out how to fold a fitted sheet. Paint my nails. Work on the play I’m writing. Do a face mask. But instead, I deal with my option paralysis in the least helpful way possible: by scrolling through my phone alone in the dark until I run out of battery (literally or figuratively) and put myself to bed feeling like I’ve lost something valuable and hating myself for it. I can’t be productive, and I can’t fully relax, and I can’t possibly be alone in this.
Not alone at all. Not at all.
The feeling described in this article by Molly Conway is one of the reasons that I so love to play boardgames and roleplaying games. Contemporary society, at least as far as I’ve known it, doesn’t generally value or respect playtime (especially for adults).
Sitting down with a group of folks to play a game, especially a time-consuming one, takes a concerted effort of scheduling and intention. You have to want to play…to prioritize it. This isn’t to say you have to turn play into work, but, it has to be something you want to do enough to make the time to do it. I like that. I want play to be something that I prioritize.
So, rumble leaf, tumble leaf — go play!
If you are gonna do a thing, you might as well do that thing as well as you can. 🍕
…I looked through all the other captions of photos similar photos of the destroyed core, and they were all taken by Korneyev, so it’s likely this photo was an old-school timed selfie. The shutter speed was probably a little slower than for the other photos in order for him to get into position, which explains why he seems to be moving and why the glow from his flashlight looks like a lightning flash. The graininess of the photo, though, is likely due to the radiation.
Confession — I haven’t dug into this yet. As someone with 2 degrees in Human Ecology (e.g. the interdisciplinary study of people and our environment) I feel obligated to read this.
A bit more background on rights for nature.
What do I mean by “the open Web”? I mean the World Wide Web as created by Tim Berners-Lee and extended by later coders. The open Web is effectively a set of protocols that allows the creating, sharing, and experiencing of text, sounds, and images on any computer that is connected to the Internet and has installed on it a browser that can interpret information encoded in conformity with these protocols.
In their simplicity, those protocols are relentlessly generative, producing a heterogeneous mass of material for which the most common descriptor is simply “content.” It took a while for that state of affairs to come about, especially since early Internet service providers like CompuServe and AOL tried to offer proprietary content that couldn’t be found elsewhere, after the model of newspapers or magazines. This model might have worked for a longer period if the Web had been a place of consumption only, but it was also a place of creation, and people wanted what they created to be experienced by the greatest number of people possible. (As advertising made its way onto the Web, this was true of businesses as well as individuals.) And so the open Web, the digital commons, triumphed over those first attempts to keep content enclosed.
When I come across instances of this folk understanding of autism, I am reminded of Edward Said’s 1978 description of the orientalist gaze, in which the exoticised subjects endure a kind of fascinated scrutiny, and are then rendered ‘without depth, in swollen detail’.
…In this anaerobic environment, the qualities routinely assigned to autistic people — lack of empathy, unworldliness, humourlessness, the inability to love — are the exact inverse of the qualities that a neurotypical society most prizes.
For a moment, let’s flip things over. To an autistic viewer like me, neurotypical life can seem astonishingly unemotional. I’m so overwhelmed by the sensory onslaught of a busy room that I’m almost tearful, while neurotypical folk appear to wade through clouds of sound, light and odour, entirely oblivious. It’s hard to resist the impression that they’re numb, or unreal somehow. They are certainly displaying a lack of affect in the face of extreme provocation. Where I am in constant movement; they are somehow still.
The point of the art wasn’t what you saw on the original painting, but what it left behind after you had looked at it. The experienced stayed and lingered with you. I thought this was incredible, and beautiful and amazing.
Read along, if you will, as I tell a little story of sorts through a series of excerpts. It is essentially a story about the links among prevalent trends involving surveillance, data, security, self-documentation, and happiness.
The Ones Who Walk Away From…Facebook
This Medium post sneaks in a pretty solid overview of currying (as I understand it, at least).
The dominance of Chrome has a major detrimental effect on the Web as an open platform: developers are increasingly shunning other browsers in their testing and bug-fixing routines. If it works as intended on Chrome, it’s ready to ship. This in turn results in more users flocking to the browser as their favorite Web sites and apps no longer work elsewhere, making developers less likely to spend time testing on other browsers. A vicious cycle that, if not broken, will result in most other browsers disappearing in the oblivion of irrelevance. And that’s exactly how you suffocate the open Web.
A fun way to think about browsers, is as a standardized Virtual Machine (VM) that includes high-level APIs to do networking, sandboxed code execution and disk access. It runs on almost every platform, behaves similarly everywhere, and is always kept backwards compatible.
Learn about compilers by reading through a very tiny one.
Our mission is to incubate a humane dynamic medium whose full power is accessible to all people.
A bit shorter than the bash man page. Good, basic, info.
The biggest lie you’ll ever hear about Dragon Ball from both fans and critics alike is that there are long stretches of episodes full of attacks charging and nothing else. It was something I had always heard about the show and was warned about when I decided to check it out. I waited and waited for these fabled episodes and by the end of DBZ, I realized they don’t exist
Once upon a time I watched a ton of Dragon Ball and One Piece…in French. They use the imperative tense a lot. I’d like to re-watch some of each in English one day.
Kids shows are weird. Many of the contemporary kids programs I’ve come across (especially stuff geared towards toddlers on streaming services) seem to follow a similar pattern:
- A group of main characters connected by either proximity or “vocation.” No parents, nor guardians really. Just elders who are expert in their field
- Characters have clearly defined social roles (e.g. a train responsible for moving freight)
- Narratives revolve around characters either learning to fulfill their roles or failing to do so, and then realizing that others suffer when they don’t meet their responsibilities
Are these Neo-Capitalist fairy tales?
In reply to: Universal Basic Mobility Is a Human Right - CityLab
Universal Basic Mobility would be a system of partnerships and/or policies that provide a minimum level of mobility to all members of society. An isolated, static population is unhealthy, unproductive and unhappy. A mobile population is economically, culturally, and socially dynamic.
In reply to: Should I Major in the Humanities? - The Atlantic
I’ve got mixed feelings about this — mixed as someone who holds 2 humanities degrees, but who doesn’t really work in the “humanities” per se. But, then, I don’t think the “point” of a humanities is to work in the humanities (whatever that means). I think the humanities can sometimes be more about a certain world-view, and learning to think in certain ways, than they are about career prospects. What is missing from here is a serious conversation about career prospects and the value of vocational training.
In reply to: 10 Stages of Genocide
[The] search for common ground is vital to early prevention of genocide….
To combat dehumanization, incitement to genocide should not be confused with protected speech. Genocidal societies lack constitutional protection for countervailing speech, and should be treated differently than democracies.
Is it weird that I mostly want to go to Japan to watch a baseball game and ride around on the trains?
My son is 2.5 years old. At this point I’m not worried about the quality of education he’ll receive, the educational philosophy of his school, or anything of that sort. I’m worried if he’ll be murdered at school.
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Let’s shift from “don’t be an asshole” to “be welcoming.”
I feel that anyone who is responsible for the creation and maintenance of any sort of community online ought to work at least 1 summer as a camp counselor before they do anything online. The internet would be a much nicer place.
In reply to: THE UNBEARABLE SADNESS OF TOAST
For Berger, the toaster is a depressing ruse, a mechanized way to cover up the demise of American bread and even American diversity.
The imagery that accompanies this article is haunting, and beautiful. Each photo reminds me of the closing shot of a film — where a character we’ve gotten to know is in frame, but turned away. The movie is over. This story is over. Mine isn’t.
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The Leicester researchers concluded that the ease of theft is likely inspiring people who might not otherwise steal to do so. Rather than walk into a store intending to take something, a shopper might, at the end of a trip, decide that a discount is in order.
The internet may be full of fake news, but it’s also home to obsessive, deep knowledge and unlikely passions
This is what astonished and confronted me while watching Stoneman Douglas High’s speakers for the dead. Even as the shooting was happening, many of them talked about it not as an inexplicable catastrophe, not as an unforeseeable tragedy, but as something that just happens. A car crash, not an earthquake. It was something they had trained for, something they had perhaps visualized in their head once or twice before. And since it was almost normal, it was preventable—and thus political.
I was 12 years old on September 11th, 2001. Growing up in the D.C. area I had plenty of friends with parents that worked in the Pentagon — my dad occasionally went to meetings there. I clearly remember the simultaneous panic and somberness of the day. That day was one that helped define my generation, it set a new tone, opened a new chapter.
We thought we knew what it was like to grow up in “terror.” We knew nothing. Today, children of the same age have witnessed more violence in America than we did in that single day, by far. And do so on a weekly, sometimes daily, basis.
Terror has decentralized; shifted from that one big generation defining event, to a daily occurrence. My generation was haunted by the fear of “what if,“ while today’s children are haunted by a fear of “when.”
Haunted not only by the actual terrifying events, but also by their continued simulation in the form of “safety drills.“
The American government took decisive (albeit misplaced, in my opinion) and near immediate action in the wake of September 11th. Meanwhile, the American government remains complicit in the face of decentralized terror…
When a bogeybeast, or far-flung monster can’t be pointed to, what then? When no crusade can be called, what then?
But we have a bogeyman. A bogeyman potentially more easily routed than insurgents or foreign agents.
Don’t get me wrong — shifting American gun culture is a monumental task, but I believe it to be well worth the effort.
What is the point of my writing this?
Mostly catharsis. Mostly fear.
I am terrified to send my son to school. For him to become another of the nearly innumerable casualties of this terror.
What can I do in the face of this terror?
Well, for one, vote.
I hope this most recent tragedy in Florida is different. I hope it catalyzes more than thoughts and prayers.
I’m hoping to do more than hope. What can I do?
I’m hoping to do more than hope. But what can I do?