Someone asked me recently whether I want to revisit this post from last November: There is no social media alternative. So, you want to pack your bags and leave Twitter? Be my guest. I will meet you in the airport boarding area, where the destinations are all … obscure. Seriously, Twitter has managed over the years to become an indispensable part of the global information ecosystem even as it failed to become a profitable business.

Installment 5: Every time Johnnie LeMaster played on a team last season, it ended up in last place. His teams wound up losing 306 games, which is either a record of some sort or ought to be. –The New York Times, April 7, 1986 1. It’s the afternoon of September 2, 1979, at an antiques show in San Mateo, California, and Debbie LeMaster has just stopped to consider two beds. The beds are brass and iron with gallery footboards.

This week, as so many before, a Harry Potter star criticised J.K. Rowling. Daniel  Radcliffe, who played Potter as a child actor, told  the Atlantic  he had not spoken to Rowling for years, which upset him. Yet despite the Cass report and Rowling's suggestion he should apologise to detransitioners harmed by puberty blockers, Radcliffe refused. Instead, he… ncG1vNJzZmimmZi4pLvHnqVnq6WXwLWtwqRlnKedZL1wwMeesGavmaG5brrEr5yrZZakv6i11Z5ko2WbYr%2Bww8uipaA%3D

As Derrick Austin noted in his PopPoetryinterview, X-Men: The Animated Series (1992–1997) introduced countless 90s kids to poetry more than once. How did the show work poetry into superhero situations? Through the extraordinary character of Beast, of course. Beast, aka Dr. Hank McCoy, was introduced to the world in 1963 in X-Men #1, making him one of the original founding members despite his spotty appearances in later film adaptations. McCoy became a mutant after exposure to radiation, and his monstrous blue exterior contrasts with the deep humanity of his well-read and well-spoken interior.

A few years ago, my friend Rachel started a social media feed called Tiny Kindness. As she shared: “I started it in my grief, on the approximate one-year anniversary of my brother's burial. I suddenly had a desperate need to consciously look for goodness and kindness in the world. So I put out a call on social media and asked friends to send short stories of small acts of kindness they've received that felt big to them.