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Gidday Cynics, We’re a few months in to this project now and I’ve noticed something interesting: the most engaged subscribers here aren’t men. Subscribe There’s nothing wrong with this. But it’s definitely not what I expected. I…
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Gidday Cynics, It has been a Week. The day job Matrix has me, and while this is definitely cause for celebration — having a job is an increasingly rare privilege these days, plus I actually like what…
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Gidday Cynics, I hope you like my new idea, which is to give every newsletter a title that looks like it’s straight from a self-help book. Readers should be able to pick which one I’m riffing on.…
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Gidday Cynics, First, a warm welcome to the new readers who’ve signed up after reading my Webworm guest post “An Insult To Life Itself” on AI. It was… interesting to write. AI is complicated and confusing, but…
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Gidday Cynics, Thanks for waiting for this newsletter. There’s a lot of info here, so I wanted to take extra time to make sure it was as solid as possible. Subscribe This one has been brewing for…
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Hello, Cynics. If you subscribe to one or more Substack newsletters, you are now likely drowning in requests to join Notes, the noo feature Substack just launched. Obviously, you should ignore all those other emails, and pay…
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Hi, Cynics! I hope you don’t mind if I call you that, because I’m going to anyway. I think we could all use a break from ultrapersonal infodumps, so I’m going a bit lighter for this newsletter.…
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Hi, This is another personal one, I’m afraid. Bear with me. The longer I go on with this project, the more I realise I can’t continue without telling this story. It’s the foundation for much of my…
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I’m already feeling a bit dizzy. I know why — this often happens when this train of thought arrives — but I can handle it. I think. Deep breath. This isn’t a story I’ve told before. My…
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Hi, I’m writing this in a haze of sleep deprivation, only slightly offset by a coffee so strong it’s probably illegal in multiple countries. Subscribe It began when my wife went out at 3 AM to direct…