There is something perverse about every voice of record, every journalist with a profile, every writer with an audience abandoning ship for Substack. It's been a growing trend for the past few years, and it's getting worse. Substack has done an excellent job convincing intelligent people
Scroll through Instagram for a few minutes, and you’ll be swamped by a parade of sponsored posts promising extraordinary wealth through minimal effort: “PDF farming” generating €25,000 monthly, rebranded ebooks yielding “$4230 in a month,” or selling “thousands of books without writing them.” These aren’t fringe scams
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The world can no longer trust American tech. If that sounds dramatic, take a step back and consider the facts. The United States is a nation in the thrall of authoritarianism, owned and operated almost completely by a far-right doomsday cult intent on betraying every alliance, every contract, every promise
I don’t know why we talk about walled gardens. That seems to imply something beautiful, something worth defending. It conjures images of beautifully maintained flowerbeds protected from the outside world. But that’s not what Facebook built, what Instagram built, what Twitter built. They built paved, unshaded, barren hellscapes,
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I'm tired of pretending tech makes things better. I'm tired of kidding myself that all these apps, these chatbots, these "tools" are doing anything but dragging us into the mud and the shit and calling it progress. I sat down at a cafe a
I broke one of my personal rules today and spent half an hour or so scrolling through Instagram. Most of the content was largely innocuous, if almost entirely mindless. But one video stood out: a blonde-haired influencer in a broad-brimmed hat laughed from a straight-to-camera video with her 4-year-old child.
The Ancient Greek agora was a place where students and citizens could freely gather, give speeches, engage in debate, and challenge each other. Yes, it was a marketplace, a commercial hub where merchants sold goods from permanent shops (stoas) and temporary market stalls. But it was so much more—a
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