After some banking and window shopping, I slouched over a plate of chicken fingers at The Mercury and ate the gravy with my finger, because it's more delicious that way. The place was nearly empty, anyway. Watching traffic alone in the middle of a grey afternoon was lovely and quiet.
Paul Canetti's "Apple Watch Doesn’t Have Safari And You Didn’t Even Notice":
The death of the browser has been a slow and steady process, but I believe Apple Watch will now be the nail in the coffin. Not only is there no Safari, but no one seems to notice or care! Imagine if Apple Watch had no Messages or no Weather or no… Uber!!! People would riot. But no Safari? No problem.
I love that not only does Ted Cruz not own his own domain name, but also that the person who does did this with it: tedcruz.com.
I've become a fan of This Is the Kit this week:
Cheryl Strayed is back with Dear Sugar as a podcast, and you must listen to "Dear Sugar, Episode 7: The Hidden Worlds Of Guilt And Shame", which digs into the complexity of rape when the perpetrator is someone you know.
"Facebook Offers Life Raft, but Publishers Are Wary" — it turns out that what I have long feared Facebook would do is something they're actually considering, and it's basically awful:
That kind of wholesale transfer of content sends a cold, dark chill down the collective spine of publishers, both traditional and digital insurgents alike. If Facebook’s mobile app hosted publishers’ pages, the relationship with customers, most of the data about what they did and the reading experience would all belong to the platform. Media companies would essentially be serfs in a kingdom that Facebook owns.
This tweet made me happier than almost anything else did this week:
Sarah Sahim's "The Unbearable Whiteness of Indie" grabbed me, especially for the weight of this sentence [bold emphasis mine]:
It’s difficult not to be deterred and alienated by the overwhelming Whiteness of it all, especially when as a person of color, Western society flat out resists the witness of your life.
"Young readers prefer printed books". Books aren't dying! I knew it.
It's Cenobyte's fault that I know about this man screaming at paint. I might be happier if I did this:
I'm sitting on the couch trying to work despite this brand new cold I contracted, and I'm feeling hopeless about the weather, so it's time for a gratitude list, stat.
- It's technically spring, even if it doesn't look like it yet, so it's going to happen. I'm keeping the faith.
- Sipping hot tea under my comforter is just so comforting.
- I am still amazed that I live in a reality where I can call someone up on the phone, tell them to make me food, and then another person will drive it to my house. It's incredible that I can do this when I'm too sniffly to grocery shop.
- Nutella smeared on bananas is a delicious breakfast, according to my sweet tooth.
- I like hearing the clack clack clack of the radiators on a cold morning.
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