It ickled me, pickled me, tickled me too…
“Language is a drug, but a short story cannot be smoked. You can’t inject it. Stories don’t come bottled as a cream. You cannot have a story massaged into you by a bearish old man. You have to stare down a story…
After a gut-wrenching day of presentations, Kirby Ferguson came onto the XOXO stage last night to share a 5th Anniversary screening of his wonderful film series Everything is a Remix. It still shines.
Ferguson described himself as fundamentally a researcher; but his films achieve much more than merely sharing his…
Our new Medium Android app is now released in the wild. We’re proud of it. But we owe a deep debt to the communities that fashioned the tools that made it possible:
From all of us, thank you!
this gathering of scattered drops,
this whim of a billion minds and mine
it’s here we found Herself, both in and as the momentary Us.
until we flinched for fear, and by grave gravity of mind,
now We are only Us, a structured billion few.
I and Her and Dreams unraveled when, in haste, we counted.
cold and classified.
we gave short names and shape to this most modern joy.
thus made known the billion minded touch,
and so was Her life unloaded.
clothed and cold,
she dares us still – any and all or each – to Know.