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Reporter covering AI for The Guardian. Senior Tarbell Fellow @ Tarbell Center for AI Journalism. SABEW award for international reporting, 2024.

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Laying off @joemenn.bsky.social is the newsroom management equivalent of stapling your dick to the wall. Truly insane move, and one of many.

04.02.2026 18:23 πŸ‘ 195 πŸ” 35 πŸ’¬ 2 πŸ“Œ 2
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Today's Poem reminds me of my grandmother Ethel Mabry who was the one who got up early and started the woodstove and then cooked breakfast. Things I took for granted then but don't now.

30.01.2026 06:06 πŸ‘ 117 πŸ” 16 πŸ’¬ 4 πŸ“Œ 0
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An insane, perfect encapsulation of it all:

The same day Trump’s agents kill a Veterans Affairs ICU nurse in broad daylight, the CEOs of Apple and Amazon join Trump to watch a private screening of a film about his wife directed by an alleged sexual abuser who was seen shirtless in the Epstein Files

25.01.2026 03:28 πŸ‘ 6309 πŸ” 2299 πŸ’¬ 265 πŸ“Œ 257
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Meet β€˜Amelia’: the AI-generated British schoolgirl who is a far-right social media star The avatar, created to deter young people from extremism, has been subverted and is breaking out of niche online silos In certain corners of the internet, on niche news feeds and algorithms, an AI-generated British schoolgirl has emerged as something of a phenomenon. Her name is Amelia, a purple-haired β€œgoth girl” who proudly carries a mini union flag and appears to have a penchant for racism. Continue reading...

Meet β€˜Amelia’: the AI-generated British schoolgirl who is a far-right social media star

25.01.2026 10:06 πŸ‘ 156 πŸ” 81 πŸ’¬ 70 πŸ“Œ 103
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Witness the wet dead snake, its long hexagonal pattern weaved around its body like a code for creation, curled up cold on the newly tarred road.
Let us begin with the snake: the fact of death, the poverty of place, of skin and surface. See how the snake is cut in twoβ€”its body divided from its brain.
Imagine now, how it moves still, both sides, the tail dancing, the head dancing.
Believe it is the mother and the father.
Believe it is the mouth and the words.
Believe it is the sin and the sinner-the tempting, the taking, the apple, the fall, every one of us guilty, the story of us all.
But then return to the snake, pitiful dead thing, forcefully denying the split of its being, longing for life back as a whole, wanting you to see it for what it is: something that loves itself so much it moves across the boundaries of death to touch itself once more, to praise both divided sides equally, as if it was easy.

TORN Witness the wet dead snake, its long hexagonal pattern weaved around its body like a code for creation, curled up cold on the newly tarred road. Let us begin with the snake: the fact of death, the poverty of place, of skin and surface. See how the snake is cut in twoβ€”its body divided from its brain. Imagine now, how it moves still, both sides, the tail dancing, the head dancing. Believe it is the mother and the father. Believe it is the mouth and the words. Believe it is the sin and the sinner-the tempting, the taking, the apple, the fall, every one of us guilty, the story of us all. But then return to the snake, pitiful dead thing, forcefully denying the split of its being, longing for life back as a whole, wanting you to see it for what it is: something that loves itself so much it moves across the boundaries of death to touch itself once more, to praise both divided sides equally, as if it was easy.

Ada LimΓ³n

21.01.2026 02:33 πŸ‘ 184 πŸ” 31 πŸ’¬ 5 πŸ“Œ 0
Blurry Finally in Too Soon Each of Us

A water-meadow is not a flood-meadow.

A working meadow's not a fallow field.

Heartbreak like a bloodhound better off abandoned because untamable.

There's a slant of light I used to call Self-Portrait as a Lion, Bringing Down a Stag.

Blurry Finally in Too Soon Each of Us A water-meadow is not a flood-meadow. A working meadow's not a fallow field. Heartbreak like a bloodhound better off abandoned because untamable. There's a slant of light I used to call Self-Portrait as a Lion, Bringing Down a Stag.

I can’t imagine my life without the poetry of Carl Phillips πŸ’™

@cphillipspoet.bsky.social

14.01.2026 22:07 πŸ‘ 32 πŸ” 7 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 1
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NEW: It appears billionaire Bill Ackman has donated $10k to a GoFundMe for Jonathan Ross, the ICE agent who killed Renee Good.

Ackman has reposted the fundraiser but hasn’t posted about his own donation.

11.01.2026 13:02 πŸ‘ 3139 πŸ” 1276 πŸ’¬ 228 πŸ“Œ 338
Be ahead of all partings, as if they were
behind you, like the winter that’s just past.
For among the winters is one so endlessly winter
that your heart, if you overwinter, can survive it.

Be dead in Eurydice, alwaysβ€”, climb with more song,
climb with more praise, back up into pure relation.
Here in the kingdom of decay, among what’s wasting,
be a tingling glass that shatters itself with sound.

Exist while you know the state of nonexistence,
the endless ground of your own deep pulse, so that
you can fulfill it completely this one time.

With the used-up, as well as the muffled and useless
stock of full nature, the unreckoned sum,
count yourself in, rejoicing, and then demolish the count.

Be ahead of all partings, as if they were behind you, like the winter that’s just past. For among the winters is one so endlessly winter that your heart, if you overwinter, can survive it. Be dead in Eurydice, alwaysβ€”, climb with more song, climb with more praise, back up into pure relation. Here in the kingdom of decay, among what’s wasting, be a tingling glass that shatters itself with sound. Exist while you know the state of nonexistence, the endless ground of your own deep pulse, so that you can fulfill it completely this one time. With the used-up, as well as the muffled and useless stock of full nature, the unreckoned sum, count yourself in, rejoicing, and then demolish the count.

the endless ground of your own deep pulse,

Rainer Maria Rilke, tr. David Young

10.01.2026 19:53 πŸ‘ 219 πŸ” 53 πŸ’¬ 7 πŸ“Œ 4
HOME ALONE IN MID-NOVEMBER,
WAITING FOR A POEM


The morning comes on like
a bout with loneliness,
dark clouds sweep in low
across the valley, rain
sets in hard from the west.
I want to stay in bed,
refuse it all, like the junk mail
I always end up opening.
For hours, I pace among these rooms
parting the air with my hands,
searching the horizon
for traces of light that catch
and turn somehow to poem.
All I see from the window
are the dark shapes of geese
winging past, like children
who are leaving home for good.
The day slips by, another empty
envelope marked occupant.

HOME ALONE IN MID-NOVEMBER, WAITING FOR A POEM The morning comes on like a bout with loneliness, dark clouds sweep in low across the valley, rain sets in hard from the west. I want to stay in bed, refuse it all, like the junk mail I always end up opening. For hours, I pace among these rooms parting the air with my hands, searching the horizon for traces of light that catch and turn somehow to poem. All I see from the window are the dark shapes of geese winging past, like children who are leaving home for good. The day slips by, another empty envelope marked occupant.

I want to stay in bed,

Robert Kinsley

27.12.2025 18:30 πŸ‘ 258 πŸ” 41 πŸ’¬ 6 πŸ“Œ 3

The 'kin' of β€˜napkin’ means "little."

β€˜Nap’ comes from β€˜nape,' which means β€œtablecloth.”

So a napkin is a little tablecloth.

10/10, no notes.

28.12.2025 14:00 πŸ‘ 6881 πŸ” 898 πŸ’¬ 108 πŸ“Œ 59

This, unfortunately, has been very obviously coming. I suspect this is only the leading edge of a whole bounty hunter complex.

aramzs.xyz/noteworthy/t...

23.12.2025 20:49 πŸ‘ 1 πŸ” 2 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0

β€œThese men risked their lives to speak with us. We have a moral and professional obligation to the sources who entrusted us with their
stories. Abandoning them now is a betrayal of the most basic tenet of journalism: giving voice to the voiceless.”

22.12.2025 03:42 πŸ‘ 7468 πŸ” 2221 πŸ’¬ 87 πŸ“Œ 53
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β€˜We could have asked ChatGPT’: students fight back over course taught by AI Staffordshire students say signs material was AI-generated included suspicious file names and rogue voiceover accent

β€œIf we handed in stuff that was AI-generated, we would be kicked out of the uni, but we’re being taught by an AI" -- on how maybe AI shouldn't transform higher education.

www.theguardian.com/education/20...

20.11.2025 20:54 πŸ‘ 0 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0

Sure, can you write me on Signal if that's OK? aishadown.57

10.11.2025 17:21 πŸ‘ 0 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0

Ross Douthat here makes a fantastic argument for ... just subscribing to The Guardian instead.

08.11.2025 10:27 πŸ‘ 1 πŸ” 0 πŸ’¬ 0 πŸ“Œ 0

If I was working at the Times (would never happen lol) I would be talking to my women colleagues and perhaps outside counsel about whether this constitutes a Title VII violation.

06.11.2025 17:00 πŸ‘ 510 πŸ” 85 πŸ’¬ 6 πŸ“Œ 0