I’m still here: back online after a year without the internet | The Verge
Great read.
This guy is the opposite of a lentil person.
Recommended reading.
(via laughterkey)
Central Texas Bluebonnets (a note card hanging at my desk)
In honor of spring, and Shiner Time (trademark Nancy) tonight.
I can feel it happening in the way I absorb the news. In my twenties, I devoured the newspaper with the fearless zest of moral outrage. No atrocity story was too horrible for me to revel in every last detail—in some way, none of it was quite real. But, over time, indignation gave way to fear. Nothing makes the news more real than having children—it’s as if you lose a layer of skin, and even minor abrasions with the world get infected. On some days, reading the paper is almost unbearable. The Newtown killings hit me in a deeper place than all the wars and genocides of the past few decades. There were certain articles I couldn’t finish, even though I was unable to think of anything else.
George Packer, Loose Thoughts on Youth and Age (The New Yorker)
Meet Thomson Reuters journalist Michelle Boatley
You can read her work at the Australasian Business Legal. You can email her tips and corrections. You can network with her on Facebook.
Just about the only thing you can’t do is take her out to lunch. That’s because Thomson Reuters journalist Michelle Boatley isn’t real.
Journalist and media blogger Jim Romenesko outed Boatley last week as a fake, created from the imaginations of Thomson Reuters editors who apparently used fake bylines on ABL stories to make their newsroom staff look larger than it actually was.
Romenesko published the story last Friday on what must have been a very rough week for Thomson Reuters. Earlier in the week, I published a memo issued by TR managers to me last October after I failed to identify myself as a Thomson Reuters journalist on a parody account created during off-work hours.
Thomson Reuters apparently holds personal Twitter accounts of its employees to a higher standard of disclosure than it does its own journalism, as the company’s policy regarding “misrepresentation” doesn’t seem to apply here.
What an ironic mess. It’s going to take a long time to sort out, but I’m so glad Matthew Keys has union representation and gold nuggets of intel like this.
Need something to watch on Netflix this weekend? We asked our entertainment editor, Scott Meslow, for a recommendation.
Finished with Mad Men, Breaking Bad, and House of Cards, and looking for the next great drama to devour? You’re in luck — Sundance Channel’s Top of The Lake ended just a few days ago, but the entire series is already available on Netflix, and well worth your time. Mad Men’s Elisabeth Moss stars as detective Robin Griffin, a woman investigating the disappearance of a 12-year-old pregnant girl in a small New Zealand town. Think a smarter, more pointed version of The Killing, and you wouldn’t be far off — and with just seven 50-minute episodes, it’s the perfect weekend binge-watch. — Scott
I’m just going to leave this here.
Oh man. When I finished this last week I felt… deflated, in need of recovery, and pleased with the nuanced storytelling. After you’ve watched it, too, let’s talk.
(Also worth noting: the show holds up much better without commercial breaks. I watched the first two hours live and was jarred — to the point of disliking the show — with all the cuts between content and advertising. I’m glad I stuck with it and started watching in on demand.)
At the Tribeca Film Festival: A message to you from a West Virginia town ruined by Oxycontin
The people of Oxyana speak for themselves; Dunne is listening, and the community trusts him, so he has gotten under the suffice of things. He is their message in a bottle. But there is work for the audience here.



