An oldie but a goodie. This takes 30 seconds and is a great way to determine if you’re a details person or a big-picture person. Or both!
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Ireland’s basic income for the arts scheme becomes permanent
When piloted, initiative that provided €325 a week to eligible artists recouped more than its net cost, study shows
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Fighting by The Rules
I was fighting fascism with the power of love and kindness and just really getting my ass handed to me. A total bloodbath. The referee would have stepped in by now but they had knocked him out with a steel chair. The only others watching were either fascists themselves or the people trying to fight fascism with the power of love and kindness and they weren’t having a great go of it either. I kept trying to explain in between haymakers that we were better than this and on top of that it wasn’t likely to be ruled on favorably as far as the courts. None of it helped. I was on my knees now bleeding profusely from the mouth and nose. It spilled out of me onto the snow in a pattern that if you sort of squinted at it just so from the right vantage looked like a heart. See that I pointed. Look how beautiful the world can be I tried to say through my broken teeth. Alright well now he was pulling out a gun. I didn’t think we were allowed do that.
— by Luke O’Neil, Jan. 25, 2025, https://flaminghydra.com/the-end-and-after-2/
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Eternal Fascism
“Freedom and liberation are an unending task.”
— Umberto Eco, 1995, https://www.nybooks.com/articles/1995/06/22/ur-fascism/
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We Lived Happily During the War
And when they bombed other people’s houses, we
protested
but not enough, we opposed them but not
enough. I was
in my bed, around my bed America
was falling: invisible house by invisible house by invisible house.
I took a chair outside and watched the sun.
In the sixth month
of a disastrous reign in the house of money
in the street of money in the city of money in the country of money,
our great country of money, we (forgive us)
lived happily during the war.— Ilya Kaminsky, 2013, https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/91413/we-lived-happily-during-the-war
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Don’t Call It a Substack
Imagine the author of a book telling people to “read my Amazon”. A great director trying to promote their film by saying “click on my Max”. That’s how much they’ve pickled your brain when you refer to your own work and your own voice within the context of their walled garden. There is no such thing as “my Substack”
Substack is, just as a reminder, a political project made by extremists with a goal of normalizing a radical, hateful agenda by co-opting well-intentioned creators’ work in service of cross-promoting attacks on the vulnerable. You don’t have to take my word for it; Substack’s CEO explicitly said they won’t ban someone who is explicitly spouting hate
— Anil Dash, https://www.anildash.com/2024/11/19/dont-call-it-a-substack/
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How the Elite Behave When No One Is Watching: Inside the Epstein Emails
People are right to sense that, as the emails lay bare, there is a highly private merito-aristocracy at the intersection of government and business, lobbying, philanthropy, start-ups, academia, science, high finance and media that all too often takes care of its own more than the common good. They are right to resent that there are infinite second chances for members of this group even as so many Americans are deprived of first chances. They are right that their pleas often go unheard, whether they are being evicted, gouged, foreclosed on, A.I.-obsolesced — or, yes, raped.
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Well, the front fell off.
Swasticars are doing just great these days. Looking forward to the bottom falling out too.
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Gardening season starts now (for me)
New seeds and worm poop just dropped… on my doorstep. My little curb garden is already sprouting crocuses, and the tulips and hyacinths are not far behind.
Gardening is how I maintain my sanity and, while I’m a quiet loner, it’s also a nice way to chat with folks in the neighbourhood or people who are visiting the city (I’m in a high-traffic area). Inevitably when I’m working in it, a few people will stop and chat. Some far more than others LOL It keeps life interesting.
