her divine shadow

I’m subscribed to a few newsletters and tend to read them either immediately or months after I received them.

So now I know what an omelette thing stemmed from, that made the rounds on the twitters and other newsletters that I did read when I got them. Months after the fact.

Some things from newsletters:

• Accidentally Wes Anderson instagram
• The Republic of Newsletters, the Isle of Blogging
• Cracks in the Wall – “Years since Google retired Google Reader, and the RSS reader remains the hub of my online consumption.”
• “admittedly I don’t normally like modern shakespeare adaptations but once I went to see my cousin in a midsummer night’s dream and it opened with a high schooler saying “I don’t wanna read this play” so he sits down and eats an entire chipotle burrito on stage and then immediately falls asleep and the play begins but instead of the forest the faeries all hang out in a rainforest cafe TM and at one point in the middle of a scene the guy from the beginning just slowly drifts across the back of the stage on a skateboard, staring at all the characters as the events of the play transpire in the form of some sort of chipotle-induced coma lucid dream”
• Cracks in the Wall – “Years since Google retired Google Reader, and the RSS reader remains the hub of my online consumption.”
• Tweet thread on how much Google & Facebook store about you – I’m fascinated to see what will be in my Google takeout download, but I did the Facebook one a while back and it was…pretty empty. Admittedly, my phone is older than Facebook.

I don’t think I was ever a blogger. I had a livejournal for a long time and various blogs etc over the years, but I don’t know if I ever had anything in particular to broadcast.

Mirrored from half girl, half robot.