Lasagna Campari Laptop
Lasagna Campari Laptop
Olia Lialina, Chia Amisola and bright without sunglasses in Athens
Another Week, Another Newsletter — Observations From The Internet Wilderness.
Dear reader
I’m wearing shorts. The internet is fantastic, but this week I had my head in the sun and the laptop on the shelf, and soon we are going on a family date to eat lasagna and drink Campari. Thank you for existing.
With care
Kristoffer
Roadside Flowers
Nowruz is the Iranian New Year and a ceremonial table display.
Dreamwiki is web poetry.
Chia.Earth is web poetry in making.
Field Notes
Internet Girlfriend Club: Volume 12
What happens when you invite internet strangers to write about teen love on the internet connected by phone lines? You get a lot of diary posts about usernames, web fora, and long-gone websites. In other words, you get a pleasant reading for a Sunday afternoon.
“I know it’s hard, it makes you cringe and want to cry and throw up thinking about your dark past, but please cast that aside, submit anonymously (as MANY authors in this bundle have done), and help bring more early web stories (good or bad) to the wider world web.” — Ashley Blewer
From My To Me
It is no secret that I am working on a conference as an extension of this newsletter. In the process, I am revisiting the work of writers and artists who shape how I perceive the web and approach curation. This week, Olia Lialina’s reflection about the online shift from “my” to “me” left a mark.
“Don’t see making your own web page as a nostalgia, don’t participate in creating the netstalgia trend. What you make is a statement, an act of emancipation. You make it to continue a 25-year-old tradition of liberation.” — Olia Lialina
Collections
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