Fortress of higher learning.

The world, one giant selfie jostle. Eventually, right before the machines turn off our light of meat-based consciousness, we’ll do some Borgesian space selfie and be done with it all. But for now, we selfie on the ground, with great desperation, preening for the screen, to be uploaded to god only knows where for god only knows what audience. The volume of media captured defies comprehension. It is empyrean in volume, flip-flopping beyond theory into the theology of bytes, for how could so many selfies be contained within the physics of our world?

• Craig Mod, Walking The Brooklyn Bridge

I always marvel at the well observed details that sculptors are able to capture. I almost felt like I was intruding on this woman’s quiet moment.

Twelve years ago, we took our then kindergartener for pancakes before her first day of school. Today, we’re celebrating her graduation from high school and, like all parents, dumbfounded in the realization that our child has become an adult right under our noses. We couldn’t be more proud.

The history of tech has calcified into stories of dramatic wins and unforeseen downfalls, and what results is a tech culture of near compulsory participation in prediction rather than creating value or serving needs.

• Frank Chimero, Beyond The Machine