Posts in Journalism (20 found)
Taranis 1 weeks ago

Amnesty International's Taken-Down Article on the UK Anti-Rights Movement

Retrieved from: https://archive.org/details/report-a-growing-threat-the-anti-rights-movement-in-the-uk-july Since it's quite likely that archive.org will be the next target, I strongly suggest that people download and republish this file as widely as possible. For what it's worth, I believe Amnesty International wrote the original in good faith, and published it because it was the right thing to do. That they caved to pressure from an onslaught of lawsuits funded by the deep pockets of a billionaire (who has a personal beef with Amnesty for other reasons, but I'll not go into that here) is not to Amnesty's credit. I believe that their retraction was made under duress. Let the Streissand effect roll.

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iDiallo 2 weeks ago

Why $550 Million Medical Debt only Cost $5.5 Million

A couple weeks ago, the CEO of Snap was all over the news in the US because he and his wife made a large donation. The weird part about it was that every news outlet that covered it had an acrobatic title where they didn't specifically say how much they donated, yet insisted on that $550 Million amount. When you read the article a bit deeper, you can do the math. They donated one hundredth of that amount. So I wondered, why did they inflate the amount in the first place? It looked like a PR stunt. This past couple weeks, I worked on a video to explain what really happened and how we should take this news.

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iDiallo 2 weeks ago

Have you read it?

I think I finally figured it out. That is, the reason why AI written articles suck: Both the author and I are reading the article for the first time. When an article is insightful I don't even mind the emdashes or that the stark truth is not X, but Y. A good take can transcend even llmism. But then you have questions, and somehow the author doesn't even know what you are talking about, it's simply because they are discovering the insight at the same time you are. They were busy, they didn't have time to write. As a consequence, they only dedicated enough time to skim the result before publishing. They don't know what's in it. You can't ask them what they were thinking when they came up with the insight because, well, they didn't think. The great article sucks because there is nobody behind it.

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Jim Nielsen 1 months ago

My Om Malik Story

If you have’t heard, Om Malik passed away . People are sharing stories of their graceful encounters with him. This one is mine. Back at the beginning of 2021, I set a goal to write 72 blog posts . I was puttering along, publishing whatever came to mind, mostly figuring that nobody was reading any of it. But that was ok. The process was therapeutic and it helped clarify my professional thinking, so I kept going. One day on Twitter I got a DM from someone with the handle . “I don’t know who this is,” I thought, “but damn that is a great handle!” Then I peaked at the follower count: over 1 million! “WTF? Who is this???” I thought. I’d never — then or since — been contacted by someone with such a high profile online. How was I even on this person’s radar? I continued on to his message: Jim I wanted to thank you for your blog. I am neither a developer or a designer but appreciate the web, the open web and in general normal, common sense writing from experts. I have quietly enjoyed your work — and hope you hit the target of 72 posts in 2021. My highly selfish ask, as I know it will feed my brain good important stuff. Have a wonderful weekend and a great writing year I was flabbergasted. Who was this person with such a high follower count saying such kind words and I’d never heard of him? I quickly went to Google. He had his own Wikipedia . “Om Malik…tech writer…founded Gigaom!” Ah-ha! I knew Gigaom the company/blog . It shaped a lot of my early exposure to the tech beat. I devoured it. I can still picture the logo in my head! Now I knew the man behind it. Knowledge unlocked! I thanked him graciously for taking the time to send a message whose importance seemed incredibly lopsided in my favor. I quote his message here because I still think about it on occasion. His words then (as well as later ones ) continue to lift me up on days when I feel like an imposter. They remind me of the power of a small act of kindness, even within such a vast world wide web. I still think about his words. I still think about him . I’m sure many will for some time. And that is a legacy. Reply via: Email · Mastodon · Bluesky

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DHH 1 months ago

The Rape of Britain

Rupert Lowe, member of the British Parliament and leader of the Restore Britain party, released The Rape Gang Inquiry yesterday. It details the industrial-scale sexual atrocities committed by predominantly Pakistani Muslims against mostly White British girls in the United Kingdom over decades. It's the stuff of nightmares.  In fact, it's so grim, so vile, and so dark that I can't in good conscience recommend reading the graphic details directly (even just a summary of the accounts is traumatizing). But at the same time, you can't look away either. The report estimates that 250,000 British girls have been victims of these rape gangs over the decades. It's an unimaginable scale of horrors. The closest comparison to these accounts is the atrocities committed during times of war, but somehow this seems worse: The terror did not come as a result of losing an armed conflict, but aided and abetted by the national institutions sworn to serve and protect. From the report: Police forces ignored repeated reports, criminalised victims instead of perpetrators, destroyed evidence, and allowed known rapists to walk free on bail.  Social care services undermined protective parents, placed children in trafficking hubs inside children’s homes, closed cases despite clear indicators of exploitation, and retaliated against whistleblowers.  The NHS recorded genital injuries, multiple sexually transmitted infections in children as young as 13, pregnancies caused by rape, and suicide attempts, yet discharged victims back to their abusers without safeguarding referrals or trauma care.  Schools observed older men collecting girls at the gates, heard disclosures of rape on school premises, and responded by excluding victims rather than protecting them.  Taxi licensing authorities renewed permits for drivers who formed the logistical backbone of the networks and collapsed in the face of organised protests when basic safety measures were proposed. But that's the collective, general assignment of complicity. The specific examples are so much worse. I promise I won't haunt you with more, but here's just one example from the report: When Fiona's mother called the police to report her daughter missing and mentioned a history of abuse by Asian men, the call handler told her: “You can’t describe them as Asian men because that’s racist. You should just be glad your child is being taught a different culture.” On one occasion, a police officer returned Fiona to the house where the abuse was occurring and told the men to “have fun with her.” On another occasion, police instructed the abusers that if they could persuade Fiona to sign herself out of care, the police would stop bothering them. Now let me touch on two related topics. First, the BBC reported yesterday that trust in traditional media is plummeting in many places, but the fall in Britain has been particularly steep:  The research published on Tuesday suggests that public trust worldwide is at 37%, three points down on this time last year. In the UK, it has fallen by five points to 30% - 20 points lower than 10 years ago. So in 2016, half of Brits had trust in traditional media, like the BBC. Now that's down to 30%. Grim. So imagine my surprise when I couldn't find a single mention of The Rape Gang Inquiry on the BBC's news site from neither yesterday nor today. You don't have to be Sherlock Holmes to deduce a connection between narrative-driven coverage (and absence of it!) and lower trust.  Second is how the UK wants to track everyone's social media use under the guise of restricting access to those under 16. Which requires every adult to verify they're of age by providing a digital ID, passport, or credit card. Thus ending any hope of anonymity online. All wrapped in Protect The Children dressing. So a state that not only failed to prevent these sexual atrocities, but in many cases abetted the horrors, now wants to end anonymity online to "protect children", so it can prosecute even more regime critics? The same country that leads the world with 12,000 yearly arrests for online speech already? It's painfully on the nose. It's tragic what the Brits have had and continue to endure. They deserve so much better. Especially these abused children detailed in Lowe's report. And making them wait much longer is a dangerous cocktail.

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Heather Burns 1 months ago

The Nerve of this woman

Scan your eyeballs, think of the children: how Britain sells surveillance as safety I wrote for The Nerve about the past fortnight in UK tech policy. I know a lot of people expected me to have a lot of things to say about what’s happened, but here’s the thing: aside from that article, there is […]

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Dan Moore! 2 months ago

AI Can’t Care

I saw one post recently discussing how AI can’t substitute for judgment . There are many others if you search. And they all make an interesting argument. But to me what feels more true is that AI can’t substitute for caring . AI doesn’t care if the answer’s right or wrong. It doesn’t care if you were led down a rabbit hole only to find a dead end. It doesn’t care if a reader wasted their time or got a response that doesn’t actually address their question or need. However, AI is good at giving feedback, checking details, and letting you create more quickly. AI should be used to help you draft but never publish. Use AI as a thought partner, a research assistant, someone who can help give you synonyms, reword a tough passage, review your work; but never take something AI creates and just publish it. Why? AI can’t care. But caring about your reader is the root of communication. You can feel it when someone doesn’t care about their audience. We’ve all seen those LinkedIn posts full of emojis, or blog posts that have a smell that screams AI. That doesn’t mean the concepts explored are useless. It doesn’t indicate that the poster is incorrect. It doesn’t mean the post is not going to get engagement. A post that AI creates may get seen or shared. But it also devalues the reader. When someone does this, it means they don’t give a damn. They don’t care enough to realize what they’re putting out there is not valuing their readers’ time. Why would you pay attention to someone who doesn’t care about your time? Everyone who reads something online, whether they scan it or read it deeply, is giving you the precious gift of their time. Even oil we can make more of . But not time. So use AI as a tool to help you move faster. But don’t forget to care about what you publish. That means carefully reviewing AI output to ensure correctness. Otherwise you’re burning your reader’s trust.

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Tara's Website 2 months ago

Spring 2026 updates

Spring 2026 updates Servus from … a random hotel. I’m sitting cross-legged on the bed in my pyjamas, laptop on my legs. Mx Liebe is sitting beside me, a reminder that he is part of my portable home. I glance outside the window. The sun is starting to set, that small daily proof that the days are getting longer. Outside there is a large walled lorry park, all its lights turned on: a safe place for drivers to spend the night before entering their final destination.

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Justin Duke 2 months ago

Network

It is perhaps embarrassing to admit that I had never seen Network , and this year — its fiftieth anniversary — felt as good a time as any, especially considering how intimately familiar I already was with the film's plot, its two capstone monologues, and its general influence on culture and, if not journalism itself, then the lens through which we view journalism. And now, having watched it and spent a few days really chewing on what I thought and what I think it means, I have arrived at an idiosyncratic answer: Institutions, even the ones we revere, will be consumed by forces greater than human understanding. And in so doing, they also consume anyone who has devoted themself fully to those institutions. The film opens with Howard Beale becoming a childless widower whose sole identity is suddenly that of his news broadcast. Max Schumacher's fall from grace coincides with an off-screen decision not to go with his wife to Seattle to visit his pregnant daughter — instead staying behind in New York to work the news. Paddy Chayefsky himself, for all his great work, was a tyrant with an anger management problem: an absent husband and an absent father. There is only one character in this film who conducts herself with anything approaching grace and dignity: Beatrice Straight, playing Max's wife, who won her Oscar for a five-minute monologue and then is never seen from again. It is easy and natural to declare Beale and Jensen's rants as prophetic — they are great bits of writing performed radically well — but they are performances by madmen, meant to persuade and to dazzle. Straight is the one whose message is worth keeping close to our heart: Then get out, go to a hotel, go anywhere you want, go live with her, but don't come back! Because after twenty-five years of building a home and raising a family and all the senseless pain we've inflicted on each other, I'll be damned if I'll just stand here and let you tell me you love somebody else! [...] Is that what's left for me? Is that my share? She gets the great winter passion, and I get the dotage? Am I supposed to sit at home knitting and purling till you slink back like a penitent drunk? I'm your wife, damn it! If you can't work up a winter passion for me, then the least I require is respect and allegiance! I'm hurt! Don't you understand that? I'm hurt badly! And the most fascinating choice made by the film is the decision not to end with Max's renunciation of Diana — to treat him slinking back sheepishly to his wife and family like the resolution of a B-plot rather than a salvation. As great as the final two scenes of the film are, they reveal that the rot Chayefsky depicts in his film's universe has spread to him as well. Because as soon as a character leaves the newsroom, they are nobody at all to him.

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A Room of My Own 2 months ago

Rediscovering Physical Journaling and Creative Pursuits

It’s been over a month since my last blog post. I had decided to step away for a bit and focus on the physical world around me, as I felt like I was living too much inside my digital artifacts. And once you step away from writing for a while, it slowly becomes easier and easier not to write anything at all. Every now and then I’ll come across a topic and think, this would make a good blog post , and then immediately stop myself from writing it. Part of that is probably the thought of, who actually cares what I write anyway? But every so often I get a lovely email from someone who read one of my posts and resonated with it, or someone signs my guestbook, which I always appreciate. And then I remember that while it’s a small community, there are people out there who relate to what I write in the same way I relate to what others write. I also stepped away from my RSS feed for a while. I subscribe to a lot of personal blogs, and I needed a break from that too, so I deleted my RSS reader from my phone. A few weeks ago, though, I reinstalled it and slowly started catching up with some of my favourite bloggers. I really admire people who blog regularly. I think it helps with formulating thoughts and making sense of things over time. But one unexpectedly good outcome of stepping back from digital spaces was rediscovering paper journaling. I’ve always journaled, literally ever since I learned how to write. Last year, though, I experimented with voice journaling using an app called Untold. I actually enjoyed it quite a lot. It was easy to put my headphones on while driving to or from work and just dump my thoughts into the app. The recordings stayed there, and the app would surface patterns and reflections over time. One thing it did particularly well was reminding me about things I’d said weeks earlier. It would notice recurring themes and say things like, “You mentioned this was one of the most important factors for your wellbeing.” In my case, it kept circling back to something that feels embarrassingly superficial but is clearly important to me - feeling comfortable within a weight range that feels acceptable to me. I hadn’t even realised how often I talked about it until the app pointed it out. There were genuinely useful insights in there. But there was also a lot of AI slop. At one point my daughter, who is nine, joined me while I was recording. I jokingly said something like, “My daughter doesn’t need me anymore,” and she immediately replied, “How dare you? I always need you.” After that, the app became obsessed with this interaction. It kept bringing it up in these deeply earnest reflections like: “How did you feel when your daughter strongly expressed her need for you?” We still laugh and joke about it. What I eventually realised, though, is that speaking thoughts into an app does not affect my wellbeing in the same way writing on paper does. So during this little “detox” period, I started carrying around a composition notebook again. I journal in it several times a week, and also whenever I’m upset or need to untangle something in my head. I’m already halfway through it. And honestly, it’s done wonders for me. At the same time, I think I’ve finally reached a point where I’m comfortable with my overall journaling system. I now treat Day One as my single source of truth. Everything eventually ends up there in some form. I freely journal on paper without worrying about digitising things immediately. Then at the end of each month, I scan the handwritten entries into their corresponding dates in Day One. ▶︎ Sidenote on PDFs in Day One I tag those entries as “paper journal” and leave them attached to the relevant dates so they’ll pop up in “On This Day” memories years from now. Day One has basically become the archive of my life. Photos, voice notes, things my kids said, books I’ve read, emails I want to keep, random memories - it all goes there eventually. At the end of every month I also export both the JSON and PDF versions for backup. It took a long time to get to this point. I’d been struggling with a journaling project where I scanned all my journal entries from the past five years - the journals that are here with me in New Zealand. A lot of my other journals are back home in Bosnia, from a time when I journaled far more than I do now. That will be a big project for someday, and I’m still not sure I’ll tackle it. But I have the last five years sorted, and I’m gradually gathering the courage to let those paper journals go now that they’re safely scanned and backed up. It was a big project, and I resented myself a little for the compulsion to do it at all. But something that came out of my time away was a realization: even though none of these things make any difference to anyone but me, they are my creative outlet. They are what I want to do. But as a mother and a wife working full-time, it is surprisingly difficult to justify taking time for creative pursuits that don’t obviously “produce” anything. I constantly feel the need to defend (to myself) the time I spend organising journals, building albums, preserving memories, or writing things nobody may ever read. Which brings me to the actual reason I wanted to write this post. I’ve started working on my novel again. A few years ago I finished a draft and paid for a professional manuscript assessment. The assessor gave me detailed chapter-by-chapter feedback: what worked, what didn’t, what needed restructuring, and what was already strong. I remember reading the assessment excitedly and importing all the notes into Dabble Writer (the writing app I moved to after Scrivener, though that’s probably a post for another time.) I organised everything carefully, set it all up properly… and then abandoned it completely. That was almost four years ago. Two weeks ago I opened the project again. And this time I want to approach it differently. I want to stop treating creative work as something indulgent that needs to be earned after every practical responsibility has been fulfilled. I want to keep journaling the way I do now, keep feeding things into my “single source of truth,” and stop overthinking whether any of it is productive enough to deserve my time. I’ll end this post with a quote from Cheryl Richardson’s latest post - something I saved as my guiding quote for May. I’ve learned something important by not postponing joy: Nothing catastrophic happens when you make pleasure a higher priority in your daily life. Instead, it softens the edges of the day, stretches time in the most delicious way, and reminds us that life isn’t something to be earned—it’s something to be lived.

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iDiallo 3 months ago

Hi stranger

I'm at home, sitting on the kitchen table. I just took my boys to school and I'm about to start my work. I'm writing this message directly to you. And you are reading it. Hello! Isn't that funny? I've been trying to write consistently, and it gives the impression that I am this serious person with some serious insights. But no, I'm just writing. Sometimes you respond, you send a nice email, other times it's complete silence. It ends up being like an entry in a journal, for me to stumble upon at a later date and reflect: "Oh yeah, that's what I was thinking that day." My job is a 2 hour drive away, so I rent an office close by. There I can focus and clearly delineate work time from home time. I don't like working when I'm home with my family. So I have some time to talk to you. Last year, I spent some time digging through my server logs to find who is reading me. I wanted to know who you are, and why you are interested in reading me? But I can't get an answer from just reading the logs. Instead what I found is that you and most other people come here via RSS. My rough count shows that there are 10,000 of you, or at least 10,000 unique IP addresses that ping the websites whenever I write something new. There are around 2,000 people subscribed via popular RSS readers like feedbin or Feedly. 1,500 of you also subscribe via email which I have neglected this year. It's weird because this data is invisible most of the time. I forget that when I write something, anything, the odds are that someone will find it intriguing. In fact when I look deeper into the logs, I see people are referred by other blogs I never heard about. And they mention me by name, "and then Ibrahim said this or that." It feels so personal. I often forget that this is all so human. That, what we call the small web is people not just writing, but telling us something. When I have an insight, or read something interesting, I'm telling you about it. Not directly, but in an asynchronous way. You get to know or read about it on your own terms. The small web has never died, it feels like it did at some point because it has remained small. But I don't think I want it to become any bigger, or any louder. It's right where it's supposed to be. I'm breaking the 4th wall today just to say Hi. How are you? I hope you are doing well. The world is weird sometimes, but you are not invisible. I see you. I hope you are having a good day.

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Alex White's Blog 3 months ago

Photo Journal - Day 3

Life has been busy and I missed the past 2 days, but thankfully I remembered to bring the camera with me today! I snuck out in the brief calm between rain storms, don't particularly want to test how waterproof my camera is. ↑ This is the side of the building I'm coworking in today. ↑ Sometimes I really wish I had a macro lens! ↑ I love how this one turned out.

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Manuel Moreale 3 months ago

11 down, 33 more to go. Plus a cave.

We had another lovely, sunny weekend last week, and that means I walked the second of the ten segments of the 44 votive churches loop. This time around, I didn’t have to mess with the route in order to hit all the churches in one go because there were no variants. And, like last time, I was not alone. I had a friend coming with me, which is always nice. Don’t get me wrong, I enjoy walking solo, but I also enjoy walking in good company. The plan was the same: meeting at the arrive, leaving my car there, driving back to the starting point and take off from there. And that’s exactly what we did. The last time we parked some 600 meters away from the actual end—because there was no parking there—so the first chunk of today’s walk is the final part of segment number 1. Clearly visible on the left, up on the hills, is the small village of Antro where we’re headed. One of the six churches we’ll visit on this walk is waiting for us right there, and it’s a good one. But first, without even realising it, we’re already at the site of the church of San Luca Evangelista (7/44). I’ll be honest with you, this is quite an uninspiring one. It’s also not in a nice location, very close to the street. I’d have completely missed it if it weren’t for my watch. And this post is sponsored by Suunto… just kidding. It is quite handy to have the whole route planned on the watch though, because it vibrates when I’m near one of the churches since are stored as POIs. No pictures of the inside since the windows were boarded and the door was locked. All of them are locked, quite annoying if you ask me. But that’s modern society for you. The church was likely first built around the year 1250, but it was for sure consecrated in 1568 by the Bishop of Cattaro, also governor of the Patriarchate of Aqui leia . We leave the first church behind us, we turn left, we cross the Natisone, and we start climbing up, heading towards Antro. The first part of this walk is not super inspiring since it’s on paved roads, but it is what it is. One day, I might attempt to make a modified version where I only walk on asphalt when absolutely necessary. Could be fun. We pass through Biacis and next to the Antro Bank Slab , an old artefact symbol of the self-government of the Friulian Slavia, developed around the end of the XI century. The path takes us behind the stone and out of the village, and we’re headed in the direction of the church of San Giacomo Apostolo (8/44) next to the “castle” of Ahrensperg. I put it in quotes because it’s more like a nice cottage with a tower than an actual castle, but the whole place is lovely, I have to say. Dual bells, like most of these churches, and I had to resist the temptation to make them ring since the ropes were dangling right there, out in the open. I can be quite the mischief, but I also don’t like to bother people, so we didn’t touch anything. Also no way to take pictures of the inside, it was way too sunny. The church dates back to the mid-12th century, and the stone we saw earlier was kept under the outside portico. Church behind us, the trail is taking us around it and the castle and up through the woods. Two unexpected sights, one after the other, are awaiting us. The first is this concrete monstrosity, which I have absolutely no clue about what it actually is. It’s a very odd-looking structure, quite tall, I’d say 15 or 20 meters tall, with three tunnels going through underneath. It’s clearly something industrial, but I have never seen something similar in my life. Plus, it’s now covered in vegetation, which makes it even harder to get a sense of what it actually is. Reminded me of Horizon Zero Dawn, if you played that game, you know what I’m talking about. The next unexpected sight was a shrine. Very neglected, it’s quite literally falling apart, with a tarp on its roof put there just to prevent water from doing even more damage. As always, it’s dedicated to Mary, which is not unusual here since the iconography of Mary is way more presente than Jesus for some reason. There are Marys everywhere in the valleys if you start paying attention to them. Up the forest we go, and we have finally reached Antro. If you suffer from OCD, don’t look at its bell tower with the off-centre clock face. It’s driving me nuts. We have some time to wait here because we have booked a tour of the caves for 11 am, and we’re way too early. So we spend some time chilling in the shade of the trees with a nice view of the village. It’s all very relaxing, and there’s a small number of people who are also waiting to go see the church and the cave. It’s now time to go, so off the path we go to reach the ticket stand. The ticket to visit the church is 8€, and there’s an app you can download that serves as a guide. But to visit the cave, you need to book a visit with a guide for 10€. On the app, you’re asked to use headphones, and yet some people were obviously blasting it on their speakers. Again, that’s society in 2026 and the main reason why I want to go live into the woods. Up the 86 steps of the old stairs we go, and we have reached the very unique church of San Giovanni Battista (9/44) nested inside the cave. The current church got rebuilt in the mid 1500 after the quakes of the beginning of the century—like many of the 44 churches—and it’s quite unique. It’s also sometimes used as a venue for events. The most fun part is that right behind the altar, you can see the cave unfolding. And it’s right behind the altar that the guided tour starts. Sadly, only the first 300 or so meters of the cave is accessible to the public, and the rest is only accessible if you’re a speleologist. The whole cave is quite big, some 4 or 5kms and there are apparently rooms that are bigger than the opening one, where the church is located. I’d love to visit it, but I think I’m too tall for this type of stuff. One fun aspect of this cave is that apparently twenty-thousands years ago it was inhabited by the ursus spelaeus , the cave bear. One less cool aspect was all the writings on the walls of the cave. Why are people so fucking obsessed with writing on everything? Also, why can’t we have nice things? Anyway, the guided visit is done, it’s now time to get back on track since we have most of the walk still in front of us. So out the cave we go and down the stair, to then take a sharp right turn and walk below the entrance of the cave. There’s a nice view of the whole area from down here. Definitely worth visiting if you’re ever in this corner of the world for some random reason. We’re almost 3 hours into this walk (even though we have spent most of the time either waiting or inside the cave), and it’s now time to gain some elevation since most of it is spread on this next chunk that will take us pretty much to the highest point of the walk and also the next church. Unsurprisingly, after some twists and turns, what do we find? Another random Virgin Mary, this time in a shell. After some more walking inside the forest, we are back on paved road for a little while. We are high enough to have a nice view of Mount Matajur, the peak that dominates the area. That is also gonna be the target of the next hike since the third chunk of this walk goes from down the valley up to that mountain. Not to the very top, but come on, there’s no way I get all the way up there, and I also don’t reach the summit. So you’ll get to see it up close soon enough. We’re now almost at the site of the church of Santo Spirito (9/44), but before we walk up the final 50 or so meters, we need to cross path with guess what? You’re right, another Virgin Mary. We’re roughly 4 hours into this walk, and the location of the church of Santo Spirito is perfect to take a break and eat something. I mean, just look how relaxing this place feels: So far, this might be my favourite location, even though the church itself is probably the ugliest one. And also the youngest. The original one was built probably before the year 1000, but then everything got destroyed during bombardments in WW2 and the current building dates back to 1949. So it’s not even a century old, and it’s in rough shape already. It’s nice to take a break and relax for a bit. It’s a lovely day, perfect weather, and there’s no rush. Plus, we have company! Ok, lunch is done, shirt is dry, it’s mostly downhill from now on, so off we go through the forest again. After a little while, we pass next to the ruins of the old Church of San Nicolò, which, if it wasn’t for my watch vibrating, I’d have completely missed because this thing is barely visible even if you are paying attention. We also stumble across whatever—or whoever—this guy is. I had to take a picture and send it to my brother since that’s his name. Through the forest, across the fields, back into the forest again, out of the forest yet again we’re now almost at the point where we can see the new location of the church of San Nicolò Vescovo (10/44). I have to say, it’s a lot easier to spot compared to the old one, which is completely covered by vegetation and in total ruin. But it’s also quite big, and I don’t know, I guess I’m more of a fan of the tiny ones hidden inside the forest. This one feels like a normal church to me. Only one church is left, and then the final descent to the end of this hike. But first, I need to stop and take a picture of something, and by now you might have an idea of what it is. And here we are, we have reached the location of the final church of today’s hike, the church of San Donato, hidden inside the forest, with its missing bell and its lovely appearance. Now, fun fact: the door has a hole in it with a cover you can swipe aside. Is this a glory hole? We’ll never know. What we do know is what’s inside it because I did peek inside that hole. What a fun experience this was! The only thing left for us to do now is to walk down the forest, take a wrong turn because the GPS messed up, do some bushwhacking, find the correct trail again, walk some more, pass next to a bunch of other Marys—there are always more Marys—cross the Natisone once again and reach our final destination. And here we are, arrived at the park where we left my car, some 7 hours and 16kms later . This was a very relaxing walk, it can easily be done in probably 3 and a half hours. But why rush when you can spend some time outside and enjoy nature? I did update the iCloud album with the new pictures, so if you want to see more from this walk, click that link. You love the outdoors and RSS. You're one of the special ones.

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A Working Library 3 months ago

The Third Reich of Dreams

In 1933, shortly after Hitler took power, Charlotte Beradt started having nightmares. Quietly, she asked friends and neighbors if they were experiencing the same, and soon began to build a collection of dreams. She was eventually able to smuggle her writing out of the country, and fled to New York, where she formed a community with other Jewish refugees. The Third Reich of Dreams was published nearly thirty years later, and records not only the dreams she collected, but her astute synthesis of the various tropes and images that recurred. Among her conclusions: totalitarianism must be named as such as soon as it appears, as soon as our dreams know of it. If we wait for it to reveal itself on its own terms, it will be too late. View this post on the web , subscribe to the newsletter , or reply via email .

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Manuel Moreale 3 months ago

JTR

This week on the People and Blogs series we have an interview with JTR, whose blog can be found at taonaw.com . Tired of RSS? Read this in your browser or sign up for the newsletter . People and Blogs is supported by the "One a Month" club members. If you enjoy P&B, consider becoming one for as little as 1 dollar a month. I go by JTR these days, which is based on an earlier pseudonym I picked up long ago. Sort of an alter ego I guess. I like how it rolls off the tongue, so I stuck with it. I was a writer (and a bit of a journalist) and a teacher before I found my way into IT. Today I’m a sort of manager who still writes plenty of technical documentation and attends a lot of meetings. I had a few blogs in the past, but when I started working for the medical center which I'm still working for today, 8 years ago, I decided to record my quest to learn technology in a blog. Soon after I started there, I was looking for an app to write checklists and bullet points, and I found Orgzly . It seemed minimal, and I liked that it just writes everything to text files. I had no idea what org-mode was (or Emacs for that matter), and after a few weeks with the app I was deep down in rabbit hole. So the start of my current position, along with learning Emacs and org-mode gave me a boost to start blogging what I was learning. I think it was my boss back then or one of my co-workers who didn't understand why I couldn't just use one of the many note-taking apps that were already available to us. That question, along with my reputation of always asking many of my own whenever we had meetings, had me come up with the idea that I should just call my blog “The Art of Not Asking Why,” hinting at one of my favorite books, Zen And The Art of Motorcycle Maintenance. It was just organic like that. “The Art of Not Asking Why” is kind of long, so I started to abbreviate it with “TAONAW” (I pronounce it "Tao-Now"), and I liked how it sounded... so here we are.” (the name of the book should be all caps…) Today, my blog is a mix of quick thoughts and longer posts, both of which are handled well by design by Micro.blog, my blogging platform, which I’m very happy with. For short posts (300 characters or so, "tweets" and "toots" basically), I usually use my iPhone or Android. Longer posts usually start in Emacs org-mode as a draft, and then are edited by hand before I pass them through Grammarly and/or AI for typos and various checks. AI is excellent to find broken links, technical terms that I might want to expand on ( and suggest links to those), and switching back to org-mode so that my draft ends up being updated with the same post, typo and error-free (or almost free) on my blog. For screenshots, I use SnagIt , which is paid for by my job (I write plenty of technical documents). Snaggit is excellent, and I'd pay for it in a heartbeat myself if I had to. For photos, which I take with my Sony camera or iPhone, I use Apple Photos these days for light editing. I also have Darktable and Krita on my Linux desktop, both of which are free, excellent tools that are highly underrated in my opinion. They give me all the power Adobe Photoshop and Lightroom used to give me, without costing me a dime and just make me feel good to use. My posts usually come from different experiences I go through, technical or otherwise. Sometimes I look in my journal and modify an entry from there to a post, at other times I go to my old blog and import a post from there and add it to my blog with the original timeline, yet other times I got over my images and pages on my blog - there’s always something to do, beyond just writing the posts. I think that’s part of the fun. A good blog grows with you, and you learn to tell more about yourself as you progress. I used to work from coffee shops, but today I mostly blog from home. My apartment is quiet and less distracting, and the best time for me to write is in the morning (if I have enough time available), so this combination usually wins me over. I need to focus when I write, and I don’t like to get distracted, which is another reason why home is usually the best place. I absolutely love my noise-cancelling Sony WH-1000XM6 (and the WH-1000XM5 before those) headphones, which have been a life changer for me, a person who can get distracted when my neighbors from across the hall return home. My mechanical keyboard, a Kensis Freestyle Edge RGB, is about 7 years old now and I love the feel of the mechanical keys under my fingers. The ergonomic setup (it's a split keyboard) helps my wrists, and my standing desk helps my concentration further. When I write, I also listen to music: electronic or classical. Songs with lyrics usually distract me. I have two computers. A MacBook Pro M2, and a System76 thelio mira , currently running Kubuntu, which is also my gaming computer. From these two, I lean slightly toward using the Mac for my writing because I take most of my photos with my iPhone and the Micro.blog desktop app that I use is for macOS. My blog is hosted on Micro.blog, which is a hybrid of a social platform and a blogging platform in one. Micro.blog uses Hugo to build the blog and Micropub for the social network. It also syndicates to other social networks like Tumblr and Medium and plenty more that I don't use. It’s a rather unique place that follows the POSSE (Publish Own Site, Syndicate Elsewhere) principles . I like the fact that I can download all of my data, which includes my posts, my media and my CSS/HTML templates, any time I wish and take them elsewhere. That’s how the web should be. When I joined Micro.blog I had to register my own domain, which I did, but these days you can also get a domain through them, and I believe you can also get a certificate through Let’s Encrypt in one go. It's a bit confusing at the start since the concepts of a social network and a blog (=website) are different aspects in our minds, but they don't have to be that separate. No. What I know today and the tools I use are the best ones for me at this point. If anything, I’d encourage myself to have learned to use Emacs much earlier and to have adhered to POSSE long ago; that would have saved me from losing work on Medium and Blogger, which are now long gone. I recommend micro.blog wholeheartedly. My plan on Micro.blog (hosting) costs $100 a year, which isn't horrible when you break it down to $8 and change per month. Micro.blog comes with many additional tools (such as hosting podcasts, encrypted notes, storing videos and more) which are worth it in my opinion. My domain costs about $30 a year. I absolutely hate how ads work on the internet today, and I will never have ads on my blog, but I believe it's OK to ask for support or, as I like to think of it, "tips." If someone likes something I wrote, they are welcome to leave a tip. I don't need it however to keep the blog going, thankfully. I don’t have a long list, and I think most of the folks I know were already covered in this series. I will highlight a few that are more active: I’d love, love to see more non-techie folks on POSE-style blogs. I’m not talking about Medium or Tumblr; these are Silos. Some exist, here and there. There used to a be a priod, back when people published on movable type and wordpress was still something new no one knew about, where I was following a diner waitress from Jersey, a fighter pilot who was a patriot in the good kind of way, and of course, there was the USS clueless (I think he’s still around, in retirement). Now, you have to be in the industry to do anything like that. I had a conversation with my partner the other day and he just shrugged. The term “silo” (he uses Tumblr) is so regular now that it’s like explaining water to a fish. And it’s a shame. Those that are different, micro.blog included, seems to require some knowledge of what, I guess, used to be common knowledge if you wanted to be online. I don’t know. Perhaps if I was still a teacher, I’d teach these internet “basics” to teens. Now that you're done reading the interview, go check the blog and subscribe to the RSS feed . If you're looking for more content, go read one of the previous 137 interviews . People and Blogs is possible because kind people support it. Annie’s blog : she often writes essays about feelings and life experiences, about once a week or so. Sal : mostly tech, here and there some other life stuff The Wandering Lensman He's professional photographer, usually an image and a short text. I like what he says about taking photos. Pluralistic from Cory Doctorow does this guy really need an intro…? I love how well-linked and resourced the daily essays are. An (the?) online privacy activist. Jack Baty Daily I lose track if this is the “real” blog or not. The guy changes blogs and platforms like we change shirts. But that’s part of the fun.

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Rik Huijzer 3 months ago

Is Jonathan Shelley A False Teacher?

Thanks to the following interaction, it seems to me Jonathan Shelly is a false teacher ![bannedpastor.jpg](/files/d46b244676374587) For example, _1 Timothy 3_, "This is a true saying, if a man desire the office of a bishop, he desireth a good work. A bishop then must be blameless, the husband of one wife, vigilant, sober, of good behaviour, given to hospitality, apt to teach; Not given to wine, no striker, not greedy of filthy lucre; but patient, not a brawler, not covetous;" Even if I was wrong on my "false teacher" claim, calling another pastor "lame" seems not to be an example of "good b...

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