Screen time, survival, and the need for human connection. — Back when Snipette was just a two-person show churning out articles every week, we had an author cancel on us the day before his piece was due to be published. It left us stumped — we had just hours before something needed to go up. What now? …

Dear Reader, It’s me, Manasa. This update is going to start out a bit different than usual, because I have an announcement to make. A transition has been afoot for a few months now at Snipette, and we’re finally at the place where I will be taking a step back…

We’ve been living on land for thousands of years, but we never completely left the ocean. — The dark, salty waters may be silent, but they’re still teeming with life. If you look closely, you will find small single-celled creatures drifting purposefully, whipping their flagellae to move forward. Though there are no large animals around, these waters aren’t without their dangers. Venture too far out of the…

Dear reader, Snipette has now completed four years of publication! It was on this day, four years ago, that we had our official “release” with the article Are Algorithms Dictating Your Life? It questioned how much we’re influenced by the first two search results on Google pages, an issue that’s…

Hi there, June is upon us, and we’re thrilled to announce that registrations are now open for our second webinar! This month’s Snipêtte à tête is with Paul Cathill, editor of Interesting Histories and also a writer of many interesting pieces at Snipette. In this webinar, we’ll be talking about…

Dear Reader, And so the next quarter of 2021 has begun! So far, this year hasn’t quite been the fresh ray of hope we all wanted it to be, but there’s at least a glimmer of the light at the end of the tunnel in the form of the vaccine…

How can water make such musical sounds? And, how does anything make sound at all? — The forest is a deep verdant green and thickly wooded. On the sloping banks, it gives way to shorter plants, and then pebbled rocks, until right at the bottom you find a river, clear and pristine, babbling along on its way. The only sounds are crickets…and a soft percussion beat. …

Dear Readers, It’s been one hell of a year, hasn’t it? And everytime we think we might have reached the ninth circle, it quickly becomes apparent we’re really only somewhere on the periphery. Eight months into the year, and nearly six into lockdown, but it may well have been years…

Hello, Snipette readers! This is the fifteenth time we’ve written that opening line, and it never gets old. Our first ever piece from three years ago had a grand total of ten views and four claps, and, to us, that was blinding success. Today, we regularly clock in hundreds upon…