“If Meta wants…” My concern is that the only conceivable motivation Meta could have for investing money in such a project is making more money. If, in the process, Meta destroys the eco-structure of the Fediverse, so much the better—less competition, more money for them.

I wholly agree that it’s unethical to charge $thousands for a product that costs pennies to make. And yet, that appears to be the business model becoming more and more common, or at least more unapologetically blatant.

Healthcare, for example; insulin and epipens as the poster children. Gouging in post-pandemic grocery and consumer staples prices. The ballooning of C-suite compensation in service industries, while wages for those doing the service regress with inflation.

Journalists may be dropping the ball, but they have to keep their “engagement” numbers up, too. They may be dropping the ball because exploring ethical lapses may feel like headlining “water is wet!”

Wonderful article. Really good illustrations of how deeply imbricated in language structures our value systems and our ability to conceptualize are—the Whorfian hypothesis. Makes me wonder about the impact of Americans’ disdain for languages other than English. Elsewhere in the world, it’s not uncommon to know several languages fairly well, even if one has little formal education; here, it’s a terrific oddity for even highly-educated people. American college students scream bloody murder if you tell them they have to take a language; some Americans are openly hostile to others speaking anything other than English among themselves.

Absolutely believe in chronotypes. Retired now, thank god. But my best REM sleep has always happened somewhere between 5 am and 9 am. Even when I had to follow everyone else’s schedule, I absolutely had to be able to sleep in Saturday morning. If I didn’t, at some point I’d have to go off in a corner later in the week and just sort of waking-dream to catch up on REM.

Hi all! I’m here on behalf of my partner of 26 years, who was dx’d with Alzheimer’s (plus a big serving of depression and anxiety). She’s been a longterm disability rights advocate (seizures, hard enough of hearing that she signs—or used to, has been socially withdrawing, and memory + Alzheimer’s… well, you know). When she got the official dx, I joked to her, “well, you were always proud of being Disabled—now you’ve got the Great Mother of all disabilities.”