A Letter to Ana
A present for the present.
Another Sunday, Another Naive Weekly — Observations From The Internet Wilderness.
With your left hand you draw soft lines with colourful crayons together with Uno. Strawberries, excavators, birds — staying present and responding to his evolving fascinations. And in the evening, when it is time to say goodnight, you sing Uno to sleep, using your first and fourth language.
You are a female photographer in a male-dominated industry, and you became a mother in a foreign country without your care network. You are facing enough wind to justify taking shelter, yet you are standing, paving your own path while caring for our family and every day freezing those fleeing life moments so easy to miss.
Thank you for another year. I admire you, and I’m grateful for every day we share.
Airplane is web poetry.
Roland50 is nostalgia.
Status Café is an alternative place to post your status updates.
This post feels as relevant today as when it was written eighteen years ago. In it, Christopher Allen uses snippets from architecture to suggest how to build social environments on the web. In particular, I think the concept of Intimacy Gradient, where the level of intimacy increases as you progress into a building, would be beneficial to implement on the social web — and it also explains why it is always awkward to video call someone sitting in their bedroom.
My grandparents send me an email with a pdf file attached by the end of every month. It is a single-page file containing a written and visual summary of their past month. It is the best example of a non-social media way to share your life I can think of. Yet, this post contains 100 other ideas for detaching yourself from the big technology companies.
Hi, I’m Kristoffer and you have just read Naive Weekly — Observations from the Internet Wilderness.
Last week this letter was sent to 800 (!) people. Thirtythree are crazy enough to chip in every month/year to support me making time to write. Logo by Studio Hollywood. Print by Luka. Photograph by Ana Santl.