Står her på trikkeholdeplassen ved siden av partileder Trine Skei Grande. En bil stopper for lyset og ruller ned vinduet og sier noe til henne. Hun går bort, svarer sjåføren kort og nikker til ham (eller et det henne?) før lyset blir grønt og bilen kjører videre. Så kommer trikken min og jeg går på mens hun fortsatt venter på sin. Det slår meg at det er fint, det at Trine Skei Grande, som sitter i regjeringen, bruker offentlig transport. Jeg stemmer ikke Venstre, men det er fin symbolikk i at hun står her – det gjør at jeg føler det fortsatt er noe i ordet folkestyre, at jeg kan gå bort til henne og rose eller rise eller simpelthen omgås en av de som driver og styrer landet. Sånn når vi først snakker om norske verdier, mener jeg.
Wichita is one lineman short. Rest In Peace, Glen Campbell. He was already well into his decline into Alzheimer’s by the time he made the documentary I’ll Be Me, but his musical skills were sharp as ever. I considered posting the video for I’m Not Gonna Miss You, his farewell single, but it was just too depressing.
A Melbourne teenager says his legs were covered in blood after they were eaten by tiny marine creatures at a Victorian beach.
Jesus Christ, Australia!
It struck me that someone should've made a movie, shooting every five years or so, starring Harry Dean Stanton, James Hong and the late Richard Griffiths. The world would change around them, but they'd stay the same. It'd be so good.
There is an enormous failure of imagination among those who think that we face a jobless future. The weavers of the 1811 Luddite rebellion, who smashed the machine looms that were threatening their livelihood, couldn’t imagine that their descendants would have more clothing than the kings and queens of Europe.
What Amazon Teaches Us About AI and the “Jobless Future”
Those words [Theresa May] repeated so robotically, “strong and stable,” would ring just as hollow in the mouth of any other Conservative politician. This is a party that has plunged its country into an existential crisis because it was too weak to stand up to a minority of nationalist zealots and tabloid press barons. It is as strong as a jellyfish and as stable as a flea.
Britain: The End of a Fantasy
One of my favorite bands, Anathema, just released their latest effort, titled The Optimist. I’ve starred it on Spotify, but haven’t really had time to listen to it. (A cursory once-over got my hopes up, though.) As it happens, I’m old-school and like support the artists I like and to own my music, but what I’m not is a purist about formats. I figured I’d buy it digitally. However, once I got to their web store, I found I couldn’t. In 2017. Now, obviously there’s Amazon and iTunes, to name but two purveyors of lower-quality MP3 files, but still … why couldn’t I buy the digital edition directly from the band? Again: in 2017.