An ADOLESCENT sits down to learn to play the guitar. They are about to look up some free video lessons on their phone, but first they check the per-stream royalty rate. A third of a penny. Dejected, the ADOLESCENT packs the guitar away, never to play a single note.

Meanwhile, elsewhere, I (ME) am trying to write this essay but I’m stuck at the start. Something feels off about every option I consider, plus I’ve started to imagine the beginning as something like a CARDBOARD BOX which sits out the front. I know what the CARDBOARD BOX is for because I’m the one who put it there: I’m supposed to place something inside it that might grab your attention. But I hate that there is a CARDBOARD BOX sitting out front of my essay, and I’ve become sick of standing around it trying to figure out what best to dump inside.

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  • #0004

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  • #0003

    Crazy to consider how Hot Chip are mortal, i.e. humans just like the rest of us.  Like, this song (even as a mere demo) is Perfect—except for one thing that is so explicitly, glaringly not good that you don’t even need to be in Hot Chip to notice it. And removing it is such an…

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  • #0002

    NASA is launching a streaming service called NASA Plus. Which kind of sounds like it might be a space-themed C-Span that you have to pay for. But will it be free? Yes! Will it have ads? No! (This rules. Like, hell yeah. Welcome to the future!) (Also, I’m not sure the Verge knows what a…

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