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“My brain is still craving for those highs from the early internet.” explorator.dev/addiction…
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“To be mundane is to belong to the world, to be in the world, of it and within it.” aworkinglibrary.com/writing/i…
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An Ode to Links > “But a link is a cultural thing: an invitation, a citation, a gift, a shortcut, a connection.”
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Ghost creators > “Paid actors, AI writing: How a new kind of video business cashed in on America’s divided politics”
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Ghost Font > “An anti-AI font that can be read by humans but not leading AI models.”
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That small season between Summer and Fall > “Too often, we try to rush through these last days of summer, perhaps because they no longer taste like freedom.”
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Garrett’s Portfolio > I love this map.
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Oh my aching back > 26 years!
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Little Websites Everywhere > “How many more websites do I have left in me before the old fire flickers and dies? Is snuffed out. Before making websites is no longer a viable way to earn a living?” > I still build websites for a living and I feel like a dinosaur.
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Hype Machine > OMG, it’s still going!?
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Dirty Little Zine > Just made zines with my kids. One was a ghost story the other about summer. I made one about clouds. Super fun and easy to use. > Augment with this video on folding zines if you’re a visual processor.
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Some links for your Friday > buttondown.com/things/ar…
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Haunted Words, Part 6
A collection of ghost words … 🆕 Ghost Farms: “The [fish] farm eventually shut down, but instead of removing it, the company just abandoned it. From above, these fish farms may look like they have little impact on their surroundings. But they’re actually huge …
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Sites I like: The Anti-Subscription Catalogue.
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Read: Obsession and Backrooms are moving the needle. “… they represent a desire from people to have original stories told in interesting ways, and if we get those, people will go to the theaters for them.”
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Look: The art of Up On Goblin Hill. My favorite:
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Read: The Threshold. “Life was shaped, from edge to edge, by scarcity and by natural limits. The shop shut. The night fell. The letter took three days. You were, for long stretches, simply out of reach.”
