Roland Allen approaches the end of Chapter XVI with velocity

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山人. Publisher by day, author by night. The Notebook: a History of Thinking on Paper is available everywhere, and I'm writing a follow-up. Here for: writerly, bookish things; bicycles; notebooks; human intelligence.

My mum went to school with Rod Liddle. FAMILY GROUP CHAT Me: Mum, your mate Rod is dead. Mum: Stewart? Me: Liddle. Mum: Oh, he was a cunt.

American society must be protected from knowledge of Branston. Discovering it would unleash a Discourse so powerful it would break the fragile bonds between men and usher in an age of darkness.

As Rod Liddle has died, I notice this column I wrote in 2019 about his attacks on people with M.E. is on the most read again. Rebekah Brooks, of News UK, described Liddle today as “provocative”. In reality, he spread lies about very sick people for cash. www.theguardian.com/commentisfre...

Rod Liddle vilifies disabled people. I’m tired of the hate. We all should be | Frances Ryan

Whether it is ME patients or another target, huge swathes of the media have normalised hatred of minorities for years, says Guardian columnist Frances Ryan

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There may be an upside somewhere, but this reasoning is currently flooding Amazon with shit AI-compiled ebooks. Maybe just develop ideas the same ways as before? (Pencil, notebook, daydream, blackboard, discussion, presentation, happy hours of deep thought?) It's not as if those ways don't work.

Juan Moreno-Cruz@jmorenocruz.bsky.social · 3d ago

Using LLMs should allow us to think bigger, harder to grasp, difficult to execute, longer to develop, ideas. That idea that’s been in you brain since forever but you hadn’t had the time because you had to retool and what not. Trust yourself. Go for that shit. Now is the fucking time.

University Simulator: a classic 80s platform game in which you move emails from one pile to another while dodging circular saws. There are no power-ups and your jumping capacity gradually declines. At the end the high score goes to someone who was playing a different game on a different console.

Once, while completely drunk, I was allowed to drive* the last DLR of the night, by its driver, whose last shift it was and who hated the underground with a passion. Still grateful to him. *I think this amounted to opening and closing the doors but still

fesshole 🧻@fesshole.bsky.social · 2w ago

I wanted to be a train driver since I was a tot. I have poor vision so can't drive a car, let alone a train, and I've had to settle for risk management in finance. But I try to sit at the front of the DLR and pretend I drive it to work.