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더 보기...작성자: roberto.c.alfredo 방: inside-daily-page 일시
Daily Page began with a simple idea: give people a place to write, one page at a time.
But I have always imagined that the site could become something more than a writing hub. Not louder, not more addictive, not more complicated for its own sake. More inhabitable.
One long-term idea I have been working toward is something I think of as the Activity Forest: a calm, explorable landscape where a person’s writing gradually becomes a place.
In this version of Daily Page, each post might eventually appear as a tree. Not as a badge, not as a score, not as a little reward pellet dropped from a machine, but as part of a persistent forest that grows out of the work someone has made over time. Older posts could become trees you can return to. Related pieces might sit near each other. A favorite essay might stand beside a path. A collaboration might leave traces in the landscape around it.
더 보기...작성자: roberto.c.alfredo 방: physics 일시
Two observers watch the same pair of events. They agree that the events happened, but they may assign them different distances and different elapsed times.
That can sound like a problem. If one observer measures one distance and another measures a different distance, how can both still agree that the events are timelike-, lightlike-, or spacelike-separated?
The answer is that relativity does not preserve space and time as separate quantities. It preserves a particular combination of them: the spacetime interval.
더 보기...작성자: roberto.c.alfredo 방: portraits-in-words 일시
Shira, Sumi, and Freya: A Halloween Special
Freya had been Athena for seventeen minutes when someone handed her a clipboard.
This was not among the goddess's traditional responsibilities.
"Could you manage the queue for a moment?" the woman asked.
Freya looked down at the clipboard.
There were twenty-six names, three columns, and no indication of what any of them meant.
"What am I managing?"
"The queue."
"Yes. For what?"
"The haunted house."
"Is there a capacity limit?"
더 보기...작성자: roberto.c.alfredo 방: portraits-in-words 일시
Shira had been on vacation for nine minutes when she learned that the vacation had performance objectives.
She stared at the document on Freya's phone.
"No."
"You haven't read it."
"It has percentages."
"They're time allocations."
"That's worse."
Freya held the phone closer.
MOUNTAIN GETAWAY: PROPOSED ITINERARY
Friday: Arrival, check-in, hot springs, dinner.
Saturday: Morning trail hike, village exploration, optional mobility session.
Sunday: Morning walk, scenic overlook, restorative bathing.
더 보기...작성자: roberto.c.alfredo 방: portraits-in-words 일시
Freya had been in the kingdom for eleven minutes when she learned that she was qualified to manage its accounts payable.
This was not what she had expected from another world.
“I would like to appeal,” she said.
The dragon behind the registration desk adjusted his spectacles.
He was approximately the size of a large dog, with moss-green scales, two small horns, and a pair of wings folded neatly against his back. A silver chain connected his spectacles to a button on his waistcoat.
더 보기...작성자: roberto.c.alfredo 방: music-and-culture 일시
There is something peculiar about listening to Yankee Hotel Foxtrot with the dates in mind. Wilco recorded the album largely before September 11, 2001, and delivered it to Reprise in the middle of that year. Yet when the record finally received its conventional release in April 2002, it seemed uncannily suited to the world in which it arrived. Songs were filled with damaged communication, weary affection, American imagery, mechanical interference and moments of almost casual dread. “Jesus, Etc.” contained images of shaking tall buildings and escaping voices. Another song was called “Ashes of American Flags.” The album itself ended with a mysterious radio voice repeating the words “Yankee Hotel Foxtrot” through a growing wall of noise. None of this was written in response to September 11, yet after September 11 it became nearly impossible for listeners not to hear at least some of it through that experience. Contemporary and retrospective criticism alike noticed the effect. The catastrophe seemed to have placed a new frame around music that already existed.