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A newsletter for fans who are sick of sexism, and ready for equality for women in sports.
Adam Grant monthly shares his insights on work and psychology (and a little bit Seinfeld).
The Sunday Dispatches has been my weekly newsletter since November of 2013. The goal has never been growth, sales, or some sort of world domination scheme involving robots (or to a lesser extent, aliens). My focus has always been telling st…
Since the creation of the National Parks, the outdoor world has been accessible only to able, white, cishet males. Yet nature...
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...
Platformer is your daily guide to understanding social networks and their relationships with the world. It's the best way to keep up on the events that mattered at Facebook, Google, YouTube, Twitter, Snap, and TikTok — with regular guest appearances
A newsletter about the complexity of making good public policy in the midst of a global pandemic.
The COVID-19 pandemic has challenged global policy makers in ways unheard of in most of our lifetimes. Fraught as they were, the credit crisis
Lover of challenges, creativity, curiosities. Freelancer, manager, researcher. Folklore, place, people, identity. Some things digital, some things education...
Welcome to my little email newsletter for writing, links, small life works, and recent reads. Wordpress offered a great start but email is a much cosier home, without those ad interruptions and the hell of ‘link in bio’ self-promotion. If you’re...
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...