In 1990 I bought a Nintendo Power Glove. I wasn’t exactly Mattel’s target demographic: I was twenty-four years old, and I didn’t have a Nintendo game system. I bought the glove for one reason alone: to hack it, hook it up to a personal computer and control the machine by gesture, alone.
You see, wire telegraph is a kind of a very, very long cat. You pull his tail in New York and his head is meowing in Los Angeles. Do you understand this? And radio operates exactly the same way: you send signals here, they receive them there. The only difference is that there is no cat.Albert Freakin' Einstein
There’s nothing struggling Internet portal Yahoo has done in years to rival the reaction to this week’s leaked memo announcing the beginning of the end of tele-working in favor of employees’ “physically being together.”
After years of being among “the world’s best hermit crabs” by repurposing others’ leftover bits of real estate, Google is considering building its own Googleplex “from scratch”.
The contents of comment SPAM I received this week. So far as advice goes, I like it, though I don’t see any reason you couldn’t have your coffee and recess, too.
The knowledge of how to fight Roya, and the money for fungicide, the labor to treat it, and to cut back the trees deals a huge blow to the income and profits of the coffee farm. The real impact is on organic farms, whether certified farms or organic-by-default farms, on casual coffee farmers who have little technical knowledge, and on smallholder farms in general. In a couple crop cycles, Roya unmanaged is the death of the coffee farm.
Roya — coffee leaf rust — is an increasingly clear marker of the climate change crisis. And it’s devastating.
From Tom’s “How Can a Leaf Rust? Roya in Guatemala” which I humbly suggest should be required reading for folks in the specialty coffee trade.
“There is no reason for any individual to have a computer in his home.”
—KEN OLSEN, CEO of Digital Equipment Corporation
“There is no reason that anyone will need to do that on mobile.”
—YOUR COMPANY, PROBABLY
Karen McGrane can deliver a fine lecture when it’s warranted. And it is.
“When people keep shitting on your lawn, might as well plant flowers. Which is to say, make other, better things out of that otherwise useless pile of shit. If they didn’t want me to do that, why did they keep giving me shit?”
— John Scalzi
Author John Scalzi describes his wildly successful “Counteract a Bigot” drive.
I’ve been hitting the books on Content Strategy. Here’s what my current reading pile looks like. Or, what would be a pile…
Bad Astronomy’s Phil Plait has a great explainer on how this perspective — a real time, real motion perspective — is even possible.
“Tell me a story,” she says, her eyes bright in the light of the campfire.
“About a pirate ship with crimson sails, billowing in a gale…”
I’ve had a bit of a mental paper jam, in that it appears I’m not to write anything of particular substance without first I should relieve myself of a play that’s been taking space in my head for the better part of two years, now. And so — tadaa! — I’m writing a play.
Perhaps it’s my Internet Attention Disorder showing, but lately I despair of links that lead to The Atlantic. It would seem their essayists have little more to say than writers anywhere else, and yet they possess so many more words with which to say it.