Building digital tools for active citizenship: this week Paul Ford and Rich Ziade talk to Glenn Otis Brown, the chief digital officer at the Obama Foundation. The conversation works through each major stop in his career, from Harvard Law (including the Berkman Klein Center for Internet & Society) to Creative Commons to Google and YouTube to Twitter to his current role. Topics covered include the mission of the Obama Foundation, copyright and fair use, what “product counsel” does at a place like Google, the power of livestreaming, and Rich’s fantasy vision of a Miami courtroom.
Track Changes is the weekly technology and culture podcast from Postlight, hosted by Paul Ford and Rich Ziade. Show notes and transcripts by Elizabeth Minkel. Production and editing by Tom Meyers. Podcast logo and design by Matt Quintanilla of Postlight.
…ke academic research, state and local campaigns, and cultural initiatives around economic security. The Economic Security Project is co-chaired by future of work instigator Natalie Foster, Facebook Cofounder Chris Hughes, and Roosevelt Institute Fellow Dorian Warren.
Kelly, former corporate copywriter and current frontman to punk bands The Lawrence Arms, The Falcon, and the Wandering Birds, generated the idea for Nihilist Arby’s when working in the marketing and advertising department of a prominent ad agency. “Advertising is so removing its own ribs to suck its own dick,” he said when I asked him about his …
It didn’t matter that we couldn’t play instruments very well. (I never even attempted.) We played them anyway and if you played them faster, no one realized you messed up. It didn’t matter that no one would publish our writing. We made our own zines. It didn’t matter that no one made clothes we liked. We put our own together with safety pins. We didn’t need you to let us into your community. We made our own. And our community was made up of all kinds of people. All backgrounds. All sexual orientations—with revolving doors to choose a new one whenever you liked. In these basements, in these halls, in these art school classrooms, I met the most amazing fucked-up people and they loved you for who you were. Here in these halls of kindness I met people who I’d previously avoided, been afraid of, mocked, reviled, and flat-out hated and they were calling me brother. And I loved them back.
After I made it to the stage I couldn’t will myself to turn around. Instead, I drank a glass of water and stared at the rear curtain. This was a terrible idea, I thought. I truly regret doing it. On the stage (roughly living-room-sized) there was a brick outdent—maybe some sort of chimney-thing…
After I made it to the stage I couldn’t will myself to turn around. Instead, I drank a glass of water and stared at the rear curtain. On the stage (roughly living-room-sized) there was a brick outdent—maybe some sort of chimney-thing? So I went for it; I took the chair provided and put it behind the outdent in order to feel at least partially obscured. This was a terrible idea, I thought. I truly regret doing it.