To All of Whom it Does Not Concern

freshphotons:

The Journal of Irreproducible Results, Via.

blurintofocus:

shananaomi:

noirbettie:

mightyhunter:

This 17-Year-Old Coder Is Saving Twitter From TV Spoilers

Imagine you forget to watch a new episode of Game of Thrones the night it airs. Even if coworkers stay mum about important plot points, Twitter is abuzz with spoilers. Fortunately, there’s Twivo, a new program that allows Twitter users to censor their feeds from mentioning a certain TV show (and its characters) for a set time period. Jennie Lamere, a 17-year-old girl, invented the software last month—and won the grand prize at a national coding competition where Lamere was the only female who presented a project, and the only developer to work alone. Internet: Meet the reason we need more women in tech.

(From Mother Jones)

I’m so excited by all of the teenagers in science and tech that we’re hearing about these days. MORE GIRLS PLEASE! 

At SXSW, we talked about how we can’t wait to see the apps fangirls create to make the internet further work the way THEY want. What we may have not said so clearly is that it’s really the way that EVERYONE wants the internet to work. Go girl.

^^^  so into this.

poptech:

And the highest paid public employee in your state is…

So, Red Sparrowes second album, Every Red Heart Shines Towards the Red Sun, does this thing where even though there are no lyrics, a story is told via the track titles. This is the paragraphed-form of the track listing

“The Great Leap Forward poured down upon us one day like a mighty storm, suddenly and furiously blinding our senses. We stood transfixed in blank devotion as our leader spoke to us, looking down on our mute faces with a great, raging, and unseeing eye. Like the howling glory of the darkest winds, this voice was thunderous and the words holy, tangling their way around our hearts and clutching our innocent awe. A message of avarice rained down and carried us away into false dreams of endless riches. Annihilate the sparrow, that stealer of seed, and our harvests will abound; we will watch our wealth flood in. And by our own hand did every last bird lie silent in their puddles, the air barren of song as the clouds drifted away. For killing their greatest enemy, the locusts noisily thanked us and turned their jaws toward our crops, swallowing our greed whole. Millions starved and we became skinnier and skinnier, while our leaders became fatter and fatter. Finally, as that blazing sun shone down upon us, did we know that true enemy was the voice of blind idolatry; and only then did we begin to think for ourselves.”

A good bit of post-rock right there