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What the Nature employee did on Twitter was a dick move. The pseudonymous blogger's addressing their complaint to the Nature editor was a dick move. I haven't been discussing a gender issue. 11.

Relevance.

The dick outed the writer on his Twitter acoount.

The writer wrote pseudonymously because of their belief that frank discussion requires freedom from professional retaliation.

The outed writer then wrote not to the dick but to his employer, Phillip Campbell.

That's as much as I can do to explain why I think both parties have acted to their own discredit.

Sorry, Dr. Seuss.

The dick outed her on Twitter. The champion of pseudonymity in the cause of professional freedom wrote an open letter to his employer. I hope this explanation is as embarrassing for you to read as it was for me to write.

'We must be pseudonymous to protect ourselves from professional retaliation so let's grass this dick to his employer'. Good to see that, yes, sometimes it is possible and both sides can lose.

Of course. Everyone there's best. (Cheers).

Typical Oxford defeatism. They simply don't understand that in America everyone can be above average.

The point may be the fish ain't fish.

What if the finance people in this hypothetical country didn't find it interesting because their research showed them it was a poor investment and that investors in the other hemisphere were often just billionaires playing in semi-retirement?

'Start a business' and you'll have to go to a bank: 'grow a startup' and you're in the greater idiot economy. Easy choice.

I can publish anonymously in any number of places. The problem is keeping it published in the face of takedowns and this site seems to be completely silent on the subject.

Really enjoyed this, cheers. Hunt seems to think mp3 players must inevitably displace radios but it's impossible to overstate the way that live radio can bring a sense of connection to a world bigger than yourself. I've used it myself - in better circumstances than any prisoner - to feel less isolated. "I headphone myself" can be as much about escaping outwards as in.

Oh, code poetry. 'Ni code, ni poetry' &c.

First time I heard of it was in the context of dogecoin which I assumed was something inspired by the Venetian Republic.

And we call that poetry.

'God bless you Customs agents for your service'.

'Thirty years after the Khmer Rouge declared war on "the Garden of the individual", Silicon Valley was lauding the collective "hive mind" while stealthily dismantling the rights that protect the individual.' A statement at once both ridiculous and true. This article is a pretty good way to provoke discussion about using intellectual property regimes to protect privacy.

And no wonder that tens of thousands of Britons own second homes in France and many more holiday there.

"BART drivers earn six figures. Why do they even need a union?"

That's what qualitative research is. "There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio... &c".

One not parcelled up and handed over by South Korean intelligence. One where the author cultivated North Korean contacts and even went to the country to see for themselves. Journalism.

North Korea is no doubt a terrible place with a siege economy but these 'pieced together by South Korean intelligence' stories - emaciated soldiers etc - are embarrassingly Judith Milleresque.

"We work a 4-day week a̶n̶d̶ because we just raised $4.75m." I'd love to work a 0-day week on Other People's Money. Not sure I'd write an insufferably smug post bragging about it if I did. [edit] Just noticed that this is a two-year old blog post and the first comment on it refers to "smug HN trolling" so more fool me.

"He knows what to look for and recognizes how to make money out of pump-and-dump scams without doing any pumping or dumping himself." So, just a parasite on others' scamming in a sewer of a market.

This is like when I was watching the Champions' League and got a hankering for some tasty Gazprom.

Straw man argument unless you're a woman.

Other People's Money. There's a reason they're all smiling in the final photo.

It's Tim Ferriss, man. (In my RSS feed this post is just above 'Startup snake oil').

If I was so restless that I thought rinsing a teapot was appalling, I wouldn't think I needed any more caffeine.

Hack this; disrupt that; look down at your smartphone when the 22 rolls by.