Retirement…Change of Pace?
Nah… Bollocks to That! Let me start with a small piece of admin. I have just hit a fairly significant milestone. Technically retired, six decades-plus of life under my belt,…
What Happens When Everything Becomes Content?
Do you recall a time when a thought could simply be a thought. It could arrive quietly. Sit with you for a few days. Irritate you slightly. Refuse to clarify…
When Patriotism Becomes a Loyalty Test
What the Hell Are We Doing to Our Olympians? There’s a moment in the opening ceremony of the Milan-Cortina Winter Games that keeps rattling around my head. The American team…
Fighting the Pinterest Algorithm
(Or: How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Embrace the Chaos Goblins) Let’s talk about Pinterest. Not the Pinterest you vaguely remember from 2012, when it was all wedding mood…
When the Robots Decide What You’re Allowed to Say
There’s an overriding sense of powerlessness that comes with being censored by a machine. A human censor, at least, you can argue with. You can appeal to their reason, their…
Freedom of Speech Is Alive and Well…
It’s Just No Longer Invited to the Party There was a time when the great free-speech question was gloriously simple. Can you say the thing? If the answer was yes,…
The Uncomfortable Truth About Getting Eyeballs on Your Thing
Here’s something nobody wants to admit: you could have the best product in the world, and nobody would care. Not because it’s not brilliant. Not because you haven’t worked hard…
A Quiet Opportunity
Featuring Real Offers in Front of a Paid, Opportunity-Focused Community There’s a strange tension online when it comes to opportunity. On one side, people are actively looking for new ways…
When Fiction Stops Entertaining and Starts Pointing
Editor’s note: This piece listens for the moment power moves indoors, where it becomes quieter, cleaner, and harder to see. There’s a moment when fiction stops being a story and…
The Country Is The People
Not the Government… I saw a post on social media the other day that stopped me mid-scroll. Someone had written, with what I can only assume was the confidence of…