Another Sunday, Another Naive Weekly — Observations From The Internet Wilderness.
The storm is dancing outside. Inside, Uno is sleeping, Ana is reading Elena Ferrante, and I am sitting under a warm wool blanket writing to you. We have been sick for most of the week. Nothing too serious but enough to have an inbox full of unanswered emails and the need to eat seasonal pastries while looking at flowering mimosa. I wish you a good week and look forward to writing you again next Sunday. Thank you for reading.
Recipes for food is your cute Internet community cookbook by designers.
Kick the ball back is a nostalgic reminder of earlier web games.
The road back home is desktop ambiance.
Nice one dad is and endless stack of dad jokes.
“Builders do not repair. They build,” and this is how synthetic wombs end up being the proposed solution to end post-birth income disparity. It sounds as stupid as it is. Charlie Warzel’s post on “Builder Brain” would have made the perfect companion to the article I shared last week about Ukeles’ art celebrating the maintenance workers.
The title says it all. Gordon Brander’s newsletter shows how many of the tools we use for thought can be expressed using links. Brander proceeds to argue that we should design “simple mechanisms with broad and expressive range of motion,” rather than complex rules producing stupid behaviour.
I appreciate every effort to speculate futures that look different from the sterile, black, and blue sci-fi technologies, the dystopian orange, or the warm cozy-tech of frictionless living for the upper-middle class. Therefore, I applaud the ideas and design of these speculative artefacts co-created with rural communities in India. That said, I wish we could liberate rural communities from nostalgia.
Did you miss this section of short Internet visualisations? I did. So I am resurfacing it this week to ask: what if data had funerals? And then please let me know if you want to see more of these in the coming editions.
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