Six thoughts about the Substack local initiative.
Are we losing the fight on content moderation? If so, what should we do instead?
Hazel, Dora and the leaf skeleton
My first jab booked for Friday! 💉
I think the obsession with newsletters is obscuring the bigger story: that the growing prevalence of publishing platforms with built-in member support is going to change the dynamics of publishing over the next 10 years — and more than we expect.
While pulling together this list of weekend reading I remember thinking how often I was linking to Substack in it.
And then I remembered feeling the same about Medium a few years ago.
This too, shall pass, and the web will endure.
Anyone else using a Mac found that their rate of genuine emails filtered to spam has shot up in recent months?
Hiking dates are a thing? Seems like a good way to destruction test your relationship…
I think my daughters might be prematurely middle-aged:
I am HERE for headline puns that combine Doctor Who and typography:
Sometimes it’s amply clear that these are chalk downs:
Easter walk at Woods Mill.
There’s a metaphor here about nature and technology…
Wait — have I somehow slipped back 20 years to 2001?
Up and at ‘em early this morning for a last pass on a really interesting research report I’m editing.
OK. This doesn’t feel like good news: Getty Images is acquiring Unsplash.
Spring really came to Shoreham-by-Sea, yesterday. I took advantage of the lockdown easing to have a bonus lunchtime walk.
M1 MBPro life:
“Right, I’ll just send this video over to Compressor to render out while I make a cup of coffee and …
“…oh, it’s done.”
I do like to get down and dirty with a server once in a while:
Today seems to be a 5/10/15 years ago day:
- Medium pivots and seeks to reduce editorial staff? 2016!
- Should employed journalists have their own newsletters? Twitter accounts in 2011, blogs in 2006.
We’re trapped in some kind of eternal media hell loop.
The very old and the very new in a port town.
Yesterday morning, I did something I’ve never had the chance to do in the last eight years: I lay in bed for a while and just looked out of the window. The girls had been into our room, and Iris had, rather cheekily, opened the curtains. They were back playing quietly in their own room, so there was no rush for us to be up. There was nowhere we needed to (virtually) be. Nothing was pressing.
So, I lay there while my wife dozed, and watched seagulls soar in the thermals above the buildings around.
And it was good.
It’s World Osprey Week, as European ospreys start returning to their nests for the breeding season.