Because why not?
Because why not?
The result is precision location represented by a simple string of three words, kind of like a Diceware passphrase. I tried it for my own home address and got a surprisingly memorable string, easier than Eircode; your own mileage may vary. Probably most practicable for predominantly rural locations without signposted roads or postcodes — like Djibouti, which recently adopted the system as its national addressing standard.
As if the world wasn’t dystopian enough already. I mean, hacking a pacemaker is something straight out of a William Gibson novel.
Reframing our mental biases not as failures of reasoning, but as an inherent function of the brain that helps us deal with our environment. Fascinating. [c/o Kottke.org]
If only the safety of the vehicles matched the scope of their reach, but you’d only really know it if you saw for yourself.
I picked up Scrivener recently via Boing Boing; it’s a lot to take in but will come in handy for some writing projects I’ve got in mind. See also: Using the Scrivener Binder to Organise Your Novel (or other project).
This would have been handy a month ago. Ah well, too late now.
The insider-terminology nerd in me is all over this. [c/o Pinboard/philgyford]
“Where the craft lies, what people forget to value, is the work no one sees. The binned drafts. The recycled clay, the choreography that doesn’t click. It’s heartbreaking and nobody knows or cares; why should they? Except that is where the work is. That’s where experience blossoms. The sheer doing it everyday is the 'genius', not the flash of inspiration that can lead to acclaim. Not the jammy gig, big commission, showy role.”
Design nerdery in excelsis. [c/o MetaFilter]
When compassion meets bureaucracy, no good can come of it.
Few art experiences beat seeing a Rothko in person; the colours and tones come alive on the canvas.
And it’s hilarious! (And yes I know it’s six weeks after Xmas.)
Turns out traditional paper ’n’ dice games are perfectly suited to the future tech age.
Here’s a story I didn’t know before, despite being a Mets fan for a few years now. [c/o MetaFilter]
‘Elusive phenomenon’ is right as I’d never even heard of sprite bursts till I saw this.
Andy Baio doesn’t wax nostalgic about blogging, in my view, because blogging never really went away; it just mutated and fell out of popularity. Returning to form isn’t the same as getting lost in the past, especially when it means retaining ownership and control. Which is another prompt for me to migrate this blog to WordPress.
So many stories going on here: the meaning of consent; how urban legends take on lives of their own; how notoriety masks tragedy. A wonderful design job by the BBC team here, too.
You’re deluded if you think she’s the only one.
What a stupid name for what we’ve always called urban legends, or campfire tales, or simply folklore. I know where it comes from; still stupid.
PDF downloads of the 1980s underground zine.
That’s one steep bridge. (Also, complete coincidence that it’s the unofficial titles of the Red House Painters’ first two albums.)
There is no high-brow or low-brow: there is only Herzog. And that’s why he's brilliant.