For the last three years, I’ve been looking out over a courtyard from my desk at the university.
I’d never been in it in all that time.
Today, I finally rectified that.
I should work out there on a summer’s afternoon.
The good folks at Ghost have just ticked off a couple of items on my wishlist, with upgraded comment moderation and management.
Step by step, they’re turning this platform into the perfect audience-centric publishing platform.
Admid all the noise around AI, it’s worth remembering that there are some areas where it is unquestionably creating benefits, like early detection of breast cancer.
I lost both my parents to cancer before I was out of my 30s. I’ll cheer this use of AI every step of the way.
Just discovered that Apple Creator Studio has an education discount: £29 per year, rather than £129. That’s a no brainer.
Life is not a football game. And sometimes we journalists have been guilty of making it one…
Well, this is uncomfortable.
Musk’s Grokipedia has quite an extensive page about me. It’s… not bad. But I’m not ecstatic that it exists at all.
That moment when you realise you’re trying to unlock your under-desk pedestal drawers with the key to your car’s roof box, and then you’re seized with an overwhelming desire to fill the box with camping gear and head to the woods.
Cook is not stupid. He is not evil. He is trapped. The iron clasp of market expectations has turned him into what he never meant to be: a man who goes to parties at the White House while nurses die.