Fantastic web designers. Admiration abounds.
Those who grew up as analog reporters wonder: Is journalism becoming a popularity contest? Does this mean pieces about celebrity sex tapes will take precedence over corruption in Afghanistan? Why pay for expensive foreign bureaus if they’re not generating enough clicks? Doesn’t all this amount to pandering? Potentially, sure. But news organizations such as The Post and the Times have brands to protect. They can’t simply abandon serious news in favor of the latest wardrobe malfunction without alienating some of their longtime readers. What they gain in short-term hits would cost them in long-term reputation. The cynical view would be that Senate primaries are out and animal videos are in. But the track record suggests that enough people have an appetite for good reporting that the feral cats can be kept to a minimum.
(Source: Washington Post)
You can see it go on for miles over the hills and everything. But so does the M6.
(Source: youtube.com)
In principle, it is possible to propel an orbiting spacecraft without fuel by using a long piece of metal to interact with the magnetic field surrounding our planet. “You’re essentially pushing against the Earth’s magnetic field,” says Les Johnson of NASA’s Marshall Space Flight Center in Huntsville, Alabama. On Monday, the Japan Aerospace Exploration Agency launched a spacecraft to test the idea.
I like this short film about New York. It’s 35C there at the moment. Yikes.
“It isn’t in the castle, it isn’t in the mist
It’s a calling of the waters as they break to show
The new black death with reactors aglow
Do you think your security can keep you in purity?
You will not shake us off
Above or below”
Edwin Morgan, Scottish Fiction
Punch Magazine nails Twitter 150 years before its launch.
A Telegraph all over London? The wires brought to within 100 yards of every man’s door? A Company established to carry it out?
Well - I don’t know. There’s a good deal to be said on both side.
It certainly would be pleasant to be within five minutes of such a message as “Dine at the Club with me at seven;” or “SQUATTLEBOROUGH JUNCTIONS” at six premium; I’ve sold your hundred, and paid in the cash to your account.” …
But think on the other hand of being within five minutes of every noodle who wants to ask you a question, of every dun with a “little account;” of every acquaintance who has a favour to beg, or a disagreeable thing to communicate. With the post one secures at least the three or four hours betwixt writing the letter and its delivery. When I leave my suburban retreat at Brompton, at nine A.M., for the City, I am insured against MRS. P.’s anxieties, and tribulations, and consultings, on the subject of our little family, or our little bills, the servants’ shortcomings, or the tradesmen’s delinquencies, at least till my return to dinner. But with a House Telegraph, it would be a perpetual tete-a-tete. We should be always in company, as it were, with all our acquaintance. Good gracious, we should go far to outvie SIR BOYLE ROCHE’s famous bird, and be not in two places only, but in every place within the whole range of the House-Telegraph at once. Solitude would become impossible. The bliss of ignorance would be at an end. We should come near that most miserable of all conceivable conditions, of being able to oversee and overhear all that is being done or said concerning us all over London! Every bore’s finger would be always on one’s button; every intruder’s hand on one’s knocker; every good-natured friend’s lips in one’s ear.
No - all things considered, I don’t think society is quite ripe for the House-Telegraph yet. If it is established I shall put up a plate on my door with “No House-Telegrams need apply.”
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