The slow internet, and other modest hopes
Three years into the AI-content flood, a small, deliberate counter-movement is taking shape. It looks less like protest than like gardening — and may be just as durable.
Three years into the AI-content flood, a small, deliberate counter-movement is taking shape. It looks less like protest than like gardening — and may be just as durable.
For a year, I sat in on a community-college writing class that quietly rebuilt itself around what students still wanted to learn to do alone.
Cities full of people doing knowledge work no longer feel like the same places. A field report from four neighborhoods where remote work has rearranged everything.
A profile of the four-person team in Lyon still maintaining a directory of the web — by hand, on purpose, with no plans to scale.
A reporting trip through the labor markets that train the systems we speak with daily — and the long tail of dialects already being smoothed into a single corporate voice.
On translating a novel from Spanish while the publisher quietly asked whether a model could do a first pass. A short essay on what is lost and not lost.
A generation is reaching adolescence having always had a machine to talk to. Six families, four years of conversations, one set of careful conclusions.