A Short Break
Elliott Cost, Sarah Basha, Weiwei Xu and a short break
Another Week, Another Newsletter — Observations From The Internet Wilderness.
The week tasted of summer: we went to the beach, drank espresso freddo, stayed out late and ate strawberries in kilos. I thought a lot but wrote a little. See you again on April 16 after a short break.
To be is an endless poem.
Dot is a site in motion.
Glossary of Feelings is a web poem.
Time for a question: would you like recommendations for odd and cute web tools? Tools like this chrome extension that sends your hand-selected links and messages to other people’s new tabs. It is made by Weiwei Xu, who excels at the internet and quirky tools, and I enjoy participating in the tiny community. See you there? And if enough of you enjoy such recommendations, I’ll include more in the future.
“Send websites that you are surfing through to your friend's new tab. With this extension, in every new Chrome tab you'll see websites that are sent to you from your friends. 109 users.” — Roller
My friend Sarah is writing a pop-up newsletter. It is experimental in form: some days contain only a photo, while others feature intimate diary entries. The newsletter is not for everyone, but if esoteric and astrology bring you positive connotations, you should subscribe — and find a way to join Sarah’s WhatsApp group, where she sends the sweetest weekly astrology voice message.
“Spring is not summer. It takes its time. The buds need to push through the earth, be watered and warmed by the sun to bloom. Spring is both a warm evening and the sudden hail storm. Its a transition, a mixed back. But even though Spring may not be summer, it is Spring that holds the promise.” — Sarah Basha
Hi, I’m Kristoffer and you have just read Naive Weekly — Observations from the Internet Wilderness.
Last week this letter was sent to 1451 inboxes. It will always be free for everyone, so I’m keeping it donation-based. Currently, thirty people support me with a paid subscription. Logo by Studio Hollywood. Photograph by Ana Santl.