i asked chatgpt to write a poem based on my latest open tabs newsletter, here it is:
Open Tabs 012 (A Poem)
or: Things I Clicked While Avoiding Real Life
Be an outlier, they said,
so I stopped using Google Maps
and asked a tree for directions.
Digital Frontier just dropped — issue 005,
full of people doing improbable things,
like dreaming with spreadsheets
or building utopias using code and vibes.
I spoke to visionaries
who made the future sound
like a casual brunch plan.
(“We’ll fix the world. Around noon?”)
Now my brain is fluttering,
like an old tab left open,
still playing music from 2003.
While you wait for your copy,
here’s what I’ve been browsing:
— Cass Sunstein on AI (and how not to ruin it).
— The glittering GIFs of Geocities past.
— A Spotify playlist about computers:
“Ctrl Alt Repeat.”
— Turn your selfies into GTA scenes.
— Space drugs. (Yes, really.)
— RIP Pocket: now we skim and forget faster.
— Vibeslist: find a café by chatting to a bot
who probably drinks matcha.
— RSS refuses to die (respect).
— ASCII venting machines: finally,
therapy for terminal users.
— And soon, a game where you draw like a human,
and hope the AI doesn’t guess “banana.”
So here’s to the outliers —
the people who colour outside the code,
who leave tabs open not by accident,
but on purpose.
if all those em dashes don’t make you want to subscribe, i don’t know what will...