The best — maybe the only? — real, direct measure of “innovation” is change in human behavior.
We Don’t Sell Saddles Here | by Stewart Butterfield | Medium
Art is not living. It is a use of living. The artist has the ability to take that living and use it in a certain way, and produce art.
Rather than proposing individual rights of payment or exit, data governance should be envisioned as a project of collective democratic obligation that seeks to secure those of representation instead.
Phenomenal World | Data as Property?
It’s a neural net generated brownie recipe called Chocolate Baked and Serves, and its distinguishing feature is the CUP OF HORSERADISH it contains.
AI Weirdness • AI recipes are bad (and a proposal for making them...
A text should never be read alone ... it is an act in which interpretation forms community"
Johanna Drucker: The Future of the Book - YouTube
You must match time’s swiftness with your speed in using it, and you must drink quickly as though from a rapid stream that will not always flow…
The Shortness of Life: Seneca on Busyness and the Art of Living Wide Rather Than Living Long – Brain Pickings
Art is for realizing dreams
Kirschner and Gerhart developed the idea of interfaces as "constraints that deconstrain": points of fixed functionality that separate modules so that the modules can evolve independently rather than being intertwined.
Evolvability (Kirschner and Gerhart)
The pleasure you find in traveling around your room is safe from the restless jealousy of men; it is independent of the fickleness of fortune. After all, is there any person so unhappy, so abandoned, that he doesn’t have a little den into which he can withdraw and hide away from everyone? Nothing more elaborate is needed for the journey.
How to spend 42 days stuck in your room
Historically, pandemics have forced humans to break with the past and imagine their world anew. This one is no different. It is a portal, a gateway between one world and the next. We can choose to walk through it, dragging the carcasses of our prejudice and hatred, our avarice, our data banks and dead ideas, our dead rivers and smoky skies behind us. Or we can walk through lightly, with little luggage, ready to imagine another world. And ready to fight for it.
Arundhati Roy: ‘The pandemic is a portal’ | Financial Times
Last night, I was peeling a cucumber and I was infuriated. Like, why am I peeling this cucumber? Why am I not in a restaurant, where they know how to peel a cucumber, and where I’m not doing it?
Fran Lebowitz Is Never Leaving New York
I can conceive of no better service in the United States, henceforth, by democrats of thorough and heart-felt faith, than boldly exposing the weakness, liabilities and infinite corruptions of democracy.
Walt Whitman on Democracy and Optimism as a Mighty Form of Resistance – Brain Pickings
Don’t ask: am I organized enough? Instead, you might ask: Am I shipping work in sufficient quality and quantity to cause the changes I seek to make? If not, what’s stopping me?
Seth Godin Hates Being Organized - Superorganizers
An audit trail of their own performance provides an object of study from which students can hone important self-monitoring and other metacognitive strategies
The computer as a tool for learning through reflection
Art is a lie that helps you see the truth
Material as Metaphor
“Writing letters,” Franz Kafka once complained (in a letter) to Milena Jesenská, his Czech translator and the object of his tortured love, “is actually an intercourse with ghosts and by no means just with the ghost of the addressee but also with one’s own ghost, which secretly evolves inside the letter one is writing.”
But we have lost the ability to properly disagree. Nearly every political discussion begins and ends as an exercise in cementing or policing group loyalties.
As Bechdel makes self-conscious remarks about what skiing symbolizes within the class system of America, I look back on my own childhood at the foot of a mountain in communist Bulgaria, in a society both classless and crushed. Skiing was just something everyone did, as soon as we could walk. Unlike poetry and the arts, it was one of a handful of truly joyful activities unpoliced by the government, unoppressed by political agendas, perhaps the closest we came to freedom — a kind of subversive freedom of the mind through freedom of the body amid the indomitable grandeur of nature and its supra-human forces.)