The extreme encounters of a lesbian cable tech. I like this diary because, despite the pulpy tone and the moments of horror, I don’t sense any misanthropy from the writer. This is just how people are. (Similar: Naming the Unspoken Thing, a window into SF’s underground clambakes.)

“Friend every poet you can on Facebook, goodreads.com, porn sites—” Jim Behrle’s gentle rant on self-promotion, from a poet’s view. A realization that Jewel is the all-eclipsing poet of the now. Reminiscent of Bill Hicks’ New Kids bit. (A different perspective, but related: “How Do We Write Now?” by Patricia Lockwood.)

I love this—maybe we’re all anarchists! (By way of ‘direct action’.) Well, I’ll take any window I can get into the underground, into transformative and/or fruitless movements—I have no clue what’s going to happen next, but I am glad I found about the Clandestine Insurgent Rebel Clown Army. It’s like free v-bucks for me. (See also: The Anarchist Library.)

Interviews with all kinds of subcultural figureheads—from pseudonymous dominatrices to Communist podcasters and all the most devoted Twitter trolls. This seems like a directory to mental dumps. In a way, you can’t be sure what’s ‘real’ here—but it all certainly resonates as ‘real’. It might be better than ‘real’.

The blog of Pinboard’s creator Maciej Cegłowski. Thought-provoking articles and slides. If you read blogs, well, read this. (Maybe try: this talk.)

A materialistic view of the 20th Century. Often revisits lost corners of history or lost villages. Always eye-opening.

Right, okay—a link to The New Yorker? What can I say—if a story gets to me, then what can I do? This has a strong scent of this society of ours. I felt a similar ding! ding! reading George Saunders’ “Sea Oak”. I’m not looking down on society here—I absolutely revel in it. I think I get to be part of this, too.

A survey of photo clichés from the Instagram world.

“Can I help you?” I know, I know—this is terrible, yes. Feels like an unprecedented cinéma-vérité documentary as well.