Om Malik with the headline of the day there.

We need to collapse context collapse in our online communities.

Good fences and all that…

I don’t think I’ve ever looked forward to a general election quite as much as this one.

The Rail Riders Club was a marketing thing British Rail did back in the 1980s, before it was broken up and privatised. These images are from a meet they held in Edinburgh, back in the late 80s.

A Rail Riders club meeting in Edinburgh in the 1980s.Angela from the Rail Riders club in Edinburgh in the 1980s.

Once, a very long time ago, I turned 12.

Adam Tinworth on his 12th birthday.

Second update from the Ghost team building out ActivityPub support: Building ActivityPub: Day 1

Started reading: Finding Hildasay by Christian Lewis 📚

The web is not dying::

Let’s imagine we ban TikTok. And Facebook. And Instagram. And Threads. And all the other huge platforms. There would still be one global town square left. It’s called the web. The web itself IS the global town square.

Captured for posterity, before I recycle them: photo wallets and negative holders from 1980s photo labs.

1980s negative strip holdersThe reordering side of 1980s negative strip holders1980s photo wallets1980s photo lab wallets The promotional inside of 1980s photo wallets.

The first update from the Ghost team building out ActivityPub support.

Wondering how many readers will get the joke that I called @ianbetteridge “lawfully chaotic” in my latest newsletter/post

Don’t get sloppy with AI — make sure whatever you do is intentional, and audience-focused.

When a Guardian journalist asked climate experts what they expect to happen. The results are terrifying:

“I expect a semi-dystopian future with substantial pain and suffering for the people of the global south,” said a South African scientist, who chose not to be named. “The world’s response to date is reprehensible – we live in an age of fools.”

Why are so many journalists still wary — or even ashamed — of the word “blog” after 25 years?

Lovely tribute to CJ Sansom and his quiet faith in the ability of humans who can walk the middle path to improve the world.

Red catchfly at Woods Mill.

If you go down to the woods today…

A tree stump surrounded by ivy at Woods Mill.

UK Bank Holiday Monday on form: it’s tipping it down.

A rainy back garden in Bank Holiday Monday.

Flip. I knew the electricity cost of AI was high, but the water cost is awful, too:

For inference (i.e., conversation with ChatGPT), our estimate shows that ChatGPT needs a 500-ml bottle of water for a short conversation of roughly 20 to 50 questions and answers, depending on when and where the model is deployed. Given ChatGPT’s huge user base, the total water footprint for inference can be enormous.

John Naughton in The Observer:

The creative commons of the internet has been gradually and inexorably enclosed, much as agricultural land was by parliamentary acts from 1600 onwards in England.