For easy flatbreads that go with anything, combine:

  • 100g self-raising brown flour
  • 100g natural yoghurt
  • a pinch of sea salt
  • optional: a pinch of poppy seeds, herbs or spices

Split in two then roll to 2-3 mm thick. Cook in a dry pan over high heat for a minute or so on each side.

It’s easy to forget the internet was once an escape from real life:

First in the era of America Online, and then in the era of LiveJournal and micro-blogging, the internet was at least partly an escape. It was a place where the boundaries of real life, in which everything was more or less a job interview, could be sloughed off and one could imagine the internet as a quiet, uninhabited space of whispered intimacies. In this era of hyper-usefulness, what seems rarest and most valuable online are spaces that offer, however illusorily, a return to this original uselessness. There are places where, against the constant obligation to be seen and remembered, we might get to be unseen, unrecorded, and forgotten.

(via Kari Geltemeyer)

Kye and I are absolutely killing it over on Readwise.

I wrote in passing about Readwise; it has proven to be a terrific service that I’ve not only stuck with but started paying to support.

(NB: I have no idea who Kye is, therefore I hope he forgets to read his notes tomorrow.)

Southern New Guinea languages such as Ngkolmpu use senary (base-6) numeral systems. There are words for multiples and powers of six, like ulamaeke: 6 x 6 x 6 x 6 x 6 x 6 = 7776. The likely reason? The cultural importance of yams, which naturally fall into neat piles of six.

ẽ̞ẽẽ̝ is the three-note grunt used (mostly) by surly teenagers to mean “I don’t know”; a paper explores how such sentences can be compressed so heavily without losing meaning.

Before it began, I was resigned to that being a terrible World Cup—the pantomime of VAR, too many teams, hosts that never should have been—yet it was as enjoyable a tournament as I can remember, helped considerably by an England team that visibly believed in what they were doing.

Future Fonts looks interesting: sort of typographic Patreon. You pay a designer and you get a half-finished typeface—maybe it’s missing some characters or weights—and they get the resources to finish it off.

Baby update: he likes broccoli and, somewhat surprisingly to me, trout. Yesterday was warm enough to sit and eat in the garden. Today we’re inside watching Russia vs. Saudi Arabia.

I follow 165 people on Instagram. A handful of these are what might loosely be described as ‘celebrities’: people famous for things other than social media.

Recently Facebook has started to recommend these people to me as potential FB friends. Only: they mostly go by pseudonyms, presumably so fans or trolls can’t find them by searching their names. But it’s obviously them. Their Facebook and Instagram accounts must be linked.

There are many ways to remain private on the internet, but The Dreaded Algorithms are killing these off as well.