“Macmillan’s official position,” notes author Tessa Dare of CEO John Sargent’s “windowing” letter, “is that libraries have made reading too easy, too accessible—so Macmillan is forced to erect barriers like this embargo to make it artificially harder.”
For the lawyers: if the Federal Trade Commission regulates online advertising to ban deception, why aren’t political ads included on the basis of equitably regulating interstate commerce without fear or favor regarding the advertiser’s industry?
“Those of us who live on metaphorically & literally higher ground in the rising climate crisis,” warns Michael Andersen (a senior researcher at Sightline Institute) in response to new research, “must organize immediately in every way to welcome more people soon.” When this inevitably happens, your neighborhood’s racist Nextdoor threads really will be quite the sight to behold.
Meru (bottom) and Willow (top) do their best to align themselves toward the sun without having to suffer each other’s proximity.
Conundrum: a package is due to be delivered by FedEx on Halloween, in which I do not participate because it would destroy my nerves to have people coming to my door all evening. How do I accept my delivery without accepting trick-or-treaters?
“If you have more than you spend, you’re rich,” says Derek Sivers. “If you spend more than you have, you’re not. If you live cheaply, it’s easy to be free.” I feel like this is not true, but leave it to more class- and race-conscious folks to pick apart.
Colin Walker follows up on Brent Simmons’ reaction to Molly Lambert and Charlie Warzel having declared blogging dead, but it’s important to note (as I keep doing) that they weren’t critiquing the rise of Facebook or Twitter but lamenting the fall of paid, professional blogging.
Luis Gabriel Santiago Alvarado finds resonance with Chris Wilson’s declaration that he’s “happy to be an unprofessional blogger” after wanting to be a professional one. So did Alvarado, who now confesses, “Little did I know that blogging goes beyond just that.”
It not only goes beyond that it began beyond that—and then the professional class of bloggers sucked all the attentional oxygen out of the room with their “VC-backed content websites” (which now are the only things anyone remembers), and then social networking took off and vacuumed up the non-professionals.
Dreamt the existence of a band called Bossa Nova Wild Women which were as if Concrete Blonde and Marianne Faithfull were strained through Los Fabulosos Cadillacs’ “El Matador” but this was somewhat dampened by it being an intense anxiety dream.
I’d barely started reading The Friendly Orange Glow last year when I suggested it could be pitched to a television network as “a real-life Halt and Catch Fire”, about a genius bunch of semi-outsiders ahead of their time who weren’t the “winners” and so (mostly) no one remembers them. Thinking about it again this week, I’d pitch it as a kind of anthology show, with each season telling a different part of the “untold story of the PLATO system”, allowing the writers to avoid narrative pressures to include characters from season to season other than the ones who actually threaded in and out of the story over the longer timeframe. I want to see dramatized the reaction to finding that the system is being used to discuss impeaching Nixon. I want to see the high schoolers. I want to see “the Doomsday Machine sequence” which “nearly had me in tears”. I’m still waiting, television writers. So is Brian Dear.
In and around my fiftieth birthday last week I put all my blog subscription and support links onto a Linktree. Today I cleaned up the clutter in the navigation bar by just linking to that from the call-to-action button.
Nonetheless, so the new diktat went, issued by men refusing to understand the websites they spent millions of dollars acquiring. On Tuesday, the staffers responded by only posting non-sports stories. They trafficked normally, of course, but corporate retribution followed a few hours later when deputy editor Barry Petchesky was fired for, in his words, “not sticking to sports.” Petchesky, who’d worked there for a decade, and kept the site running as the search for a new editor-in-chief continued — because who would want to work for people like Spanfeller and Maidment, or for a staff already trained to sniff out a patsy? — produced thousands upon thousands of blogs (and more) for Deadspin. Firing a highly productive, widely beloved, well-tenured employee as petty revenge sounds stupid, but I guess I’m not smart enough to be the CEO of G/O Media.
From What’s happening at Deadspin is a travesty by Jeremy Gordon
Apropos of, oh, nothing, I’m just going to link Brad Templeton’s brief history of the internet, first written in 1989, and note that “imminent death of net predicted” appears six times, and then a seventh when it becomes a meme.