Breaking into games design in 1982.
The psychological toll of wanting your kid to be perfect.
Cory Doctorow on Facebook and its secret war on switching costs.
Post-vax covid is a new disease.
The vaccine is doing what it was designed to do.
Millennials know how to get richer.
Two weeks ago today I wasn’t feeling quite right, and thought I’d better do a lateral flow test from the kit we’d recently been given, just in case. Within moments I was confronted with this:
Damn.
Sir Clive Sinclair, who launched countless programming careers, has died at the age of (ZX) 81.
No one in Australia would remember him for his failed C5 electric trike (we never saw them, except on news reports), but a mate in high school had a ZX81, and I still remember pressing my fingertips firmly on its flat plastic keyboard. Even though it couldn’t do much, it looked great, with its sharp black corners and red lettered logo, like KITT from Knight Rider. In rural Tasmania in the early 1980s, it was pretty cutting-edge.
I can’t think of too many of the personal computers of the time that were so closely associated with a single individual. None of us knew who’d founded Acorn, or who the Vic was behind the VIC-20. Even Apple had two Steves, not one. Clive was one of a kind.
One woman’s mission to eradicate Nazi revisionism on Wikipedia.
All of those women were right.
The paradigm that derailed the science of obesity.
Has mRNA biotechnology delivered a cure for cancer?
The twentieth anniversary of 9/11 felt more significant than in a while, probably because the fall of Kabul to the Taliban last month had already taken the world right back to 2001. I wouldn’t add much to my comments of those early years, but some of the articles that did the rounds were worth a look.
“The Falling Man” is still you and me.
My mother died on 9/11. Every year, her absence feels larger.
The wildest shit from ’01 to ’06.
I also watched 102 Minutes That Changed America, which because we didn’t have a TV in September 2001 was the first time I’d seen the footage at such length. A waking nightmare.