Did a democracy. Took my daughters - this will be the first general election that they really remember.
Blimey. As the other social networks pull away from journalist, Mastodon is embracing it — and even Threads might be warming up to it again.
Interesting times.
(Paradigm shifts always are…)
Why didn’t the 100,000 strong march to restore nature get more coverage?
The suggested answer is depressing: the protestors were too well-behaved.
Escaping tech’s boom/doom cycle requires a nuanced view of risk/reward.
And the global south has something to teach us here.
Guess which party standing in the UK general election made no commitment to do anything about the sewage going into our rivers and seas?
This is the week when the UK changes.
But we’ve very little idea of what it will become…
Church Times reporting on a new CoE report on trust and trustworthiness:
Social media is also touched on in a section on access to information, with the warning that, “through our indiscriminate use of social media we are in danger of becoming stupid in our judgement of where to place our trust.”
Amen.
Started reading: Cairn by Kathleen Jamie 📚
🚨If you have old data in Google Analytics (version 3 / Universal Analytics), you only have until Monday to save it. 🚨
Here’s some suggestions for getting it safely exported and stored.
This is a fascinating experiment: use a newsletter to build a (paying) community, and once it’s large enough, launch a print magazine.
I’ll be watching this with interest.
Well, I didn’t have Rushi Sunak versus David Tennant on my bingo card for this election.
It’s easy enough to dismiss these birds [pigeons] as rats with wings, but if we hate them for their ubiquity, adaptive success and propensity to make life unpleasant for species that want to share their space, then maybe that’s just because they’re stealing our shtick.
— From Light Rains Sometimes Fall by Lev Parikian 📚
‘There’s no such thing as bad weather,’ Alfred Wainwright once said. ‘Only unsuitable clothing’ He was right, I suppose. Although possibly also a trifle smug.
— from Light Rains Sometimes Fall by Lev Parikian 📚