At 4:16pm last Wednesday I got a short and to-the-point email from Nilay Patel at The Verge with only a link that started with the host “googlereader.blogspot.com”. The sudden spike in NewsBlur’s visitors immediately confirmed — Google was shutting down Reader.
Late night at the office
The storify History that he posted a link to is something I put together for him because I just felt really bad for the guy, as well as happy for him. It’s every startups worst nightmare/dream come true
How to Kill
Under the parabola of a ball,
a child turning into a man,
I looked into the air too long.
The ball fell in my hand, it sang
in the closed fist: Open Open
Behold a gift designed to kill.
Now in my dial of glass appears
the soldier who is going to die.
He smiles, and moves about in ways
his mother knows, habits of his.
The wires touch his face: I cry
NOW. Death, like a familiar, hears
and look, has made a man of dust
of a man of flesh. This sorcery
I do. Being damned, I am amused
to see the centre of love diffused
and the wave of love travel into vacancy.
How easy it is to make a ghost.
The weightless mosquito touches
her tiny shadow on the stone,
and with how like, how infinite
a lightness, man and shadow meet.
They fuse. A shadow is a man
when the mosquito death approaches.
The unexamined life is not worth living
A neat little paragraph from an article on Megan Phelps, former member of the Westboro baptist church.
Think of how hard it would be to have a fortress of faith built around you, and to have to dismantle it yourself, brick by brick, examining each one and deciding whether there’s something worth keeping or whether it’s not as solid as you thought it was.
Ignorant, bigoted, and stupid. It’s a trifecta
I fucking love Jens Voigt
I don’t believe a word about him seeing nothing about doping, and believe he was and probably still is on all kinds of juice, but this is priceless. If Lance Armstrong had half the class and humour of Jens, all would be forgiven.
Jens Voigt (RadioShack) stepped off his bike following an afternoon training ride ahead of the Tour Down Under when a phalanx of TV cameras pressed in around him: “What, did I win a race?”
He died 6 months after giving this interview. It’s tragic and wonderful all at the same time.