“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.

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.

Oh, eww. A Meta/Twitter mashup? No. Just no.

I loathe Facebook, although my church uses it, so I’ll grudgingly check it once in a blue moon. Never quite got the whole Twitter concept. Used Twitter intensively only once or twice for simulcast commentary back when the Sharknado series was a thing. And found I could sometimes get faster customer service on (for instance) airline snafus, when company portals were unresponsive, and phone queues required waiting through 3 hours of drecklich Muzak.

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Nope. Everyone makes mistakes. But you don’t go full Armageddon on the people whose blood, sweat & tears built you up from diddly, and then say “oopsie.” It don’t work like that, Spez. Have fun with your IPO.

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.”