That Pacific Northwest Living, once Daylight Savings rolls around…
That Pacific Northwest Living, once Daylight Savings rolls around…
Multnomah Falls, Portland, OR.
I love this story so much. Who Says Allie Kieffer Isn’t Thin Enough to Run Marathons?
Kieffer has given us a powerful example of what can happen when we stop trying to force ourselves to meet preconceived notions of how to achieve success — especially unhealthy, untrue ideas — and go after our goals on our own terms. When we focus less on fixing what we consider to be inadequacies and more on reinforcing our strengths, we can realize potential we didn’t even know we had.
This is terrifying and heartbreaking:
Because bullying on your main feed is seen by many as aggressive and uncool, many teens create hate pages: separate Instagram accounts, purpose-built and solely dedicated to trashing one person, created by teens alone or in a group. They’ll post bad photos of their target, expose her secrets, post screenshots of texts from people saying mean things about her, and any other terrible stuff they can find.
So, here’s a thought. Dont buy an Echo:
Amazon has submitted a patent application, recently granted, outlining how the company could recommend chicken soup or cough drops to people who use its Echo device if it detects symptoms like coughing and sniffling when they speak to it, according to a report by CNET. It could even suggest a visit to the movies after discerning boredom. Other patents submitted by the company have focused on how it could suggest products to people based on keywords in their conversations.
This is the best comic I’ve seen about remote work.
Taken from this excellent article on distributed teams.
🎵 Here’s something I find super weird. Fake vinyl “ring wear” on digital album covers.
I’m really enjoying Dark All Day by Gunship. If you’re into the whole synthwave thing, you should definitely check it out. They do a cover of Time After Time that I’m going to go ahead and call better than the original. Come at me.
I’m all for this:
Most of these new dystopian stories take place in the future, but channel the anger and anxieties of the present, when women and men alike are grappling with shifting gender roles and the messy, continuing aftermath of the MeToo movement. They are landing at a charged and polarizing moment, when a record number of women are getting involved in politics and running for office, and more women are speaking out against sexual assault and harassment.
This rings scarily true:
For me, as the years have gone by, the specific stories, the jokes, the information, the wins—matter less and less. This haunts me. It makes me recall a line from “Addiction by Design: Machine Gambling in Las Vegas” by the MIT scholar Natasha Dow Schüll. She’s interviewing a compulsive gambler at a slot machine, and this woman tells her that she’s stopped caring about winning. “Why, then, does she play?” Dow Schüll writes. “‘To keep playing—to stay in that machine zone where nothing else matters.’”
Nominally, I’m on Twitter to be informed, to catch potentially useful information, to see the world from other perspectives. All of which happens.
But, emotionally, I’m just on Twitter to be on Twitter.