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Are you tired of people yelling in 280 characters about data science, Javascript frameworks, or tech companies on Twitter? Tired of threads 1/37? Come here for a little more nuanced, civilized take of stuff that I just don’t have room to put on...
Hello from out here on the Thames Delta. I am on low power this week - I am, in fact, doing a couple of days of Slow Carb to try and kickstart the loss of the annoyingly clinging winter weight I picked up, and I would murder you for a...
Drawing Links is mostly nonfiction comics about my life, with links to cool things I find online. I typically draw in pen, scan pages into my computer, and send them out in one long JPG. I’m Edith Zimmerman, a writer and illustrator.
Family life is much easier when you can commiserate about the parts that are tedious, enraging, low-key awful, weirdly hilarious, blindsidingly sad and also sometimes totally fine and even a little fun. Never miss a piece content that might be...
I said when I first started this newsletter that I’d write some random thoughts posts and I have yet to do that. Well, wait no more!
It follows the format of my Random Things About Random Stuff feature that I include in nearly every newsletter...
I’m investigating how the smartest people in the world organize knowledge to do their best work. My name is Dan Shipper. I started and sold Firefly. I’ve spent the last two years or so writing a novel, investing in pre-seed...
Poet Saeed Jones was born in Memphis and raised in Lewisville, Texas. His poems engage themes of intimacy, race, and power, and often incorporate elements of mythology...
It's politics for your eyes. Subscribe for the weekly email about the culture, branding, and visual rhetoric of politics, by Hunter Schwarz:
You sit there at night, staring at the ceiling, wondering, “What’s Chip Zdarsky up to?” You turn in bed to face me, but my back is to you as always. It’s cold in the room. Too cold. So, you pull out your phone, hoping the light doesn’t wake me...
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