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            Recapitulation theory ("ontogeny recapitulates phylogeny") puts forth that incubating humans act out evolution as they grow
               from zygote to baby. This was a popular idea a century ago, but it's turned out the science isn't that simple. Yet the principle
               holds that the dividing fetal cells are engaged in a kind of performance of all of evolution—from simple to complex, from
               general form to specific form. The developing human loses its tail early, gains a cerebrum later.
            
            
            
            Thus newborns are time boiled down, and every ounce gained is another 20 or 30 million years of life; they compress the three
               billion years since abiogenesis into a nine- or ten-month performance that runs from conception to birth. By the time they arrive they have gone for rides on comets, teased dinosaurs with sticks, come down from the trees,
               and run across the savannah.
            
            
            
            The day before we were scheduled for our Caesarean I told the Internet that I was packing for a very long trip and wasn't
               sure what to bring. People—friends and strangers—wrote with suggestions: Spare pants. A suitcase filled with books. Your wife.
               Extra underwear and camping detergent; a hoodie and a flask. The head and <3. Can organic mixed nuts, first aid kit, cash
               hidden in wallet belt, an extra pair ultra comfortable shoes. Carseats. Toothbrush. Multiple chargers. Take less. Pillows
               and a blanket for you, easy snacks, every kind of memory-recording device. Bring a sandwich. Music. And patience. Half the
               clothes and twice the money, and lots and lots of gin.
            
            
            
            So a few days ago we packed everything and went to the hospital. And a few hours after we arrived the clock—our clock—reset
               from 3.5 billion to zero.
            
            
            
            Hello little girl. And two minutes later: Hello little boy.
            
            
            
            
            
          
       
      
         
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         Facebook and Instagram: When Your Favorite App Sells Out.
            
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         Why I Am Leaving the People of the Red Valley.
            
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         “Facebook and the Epiphanator: An End to Endings?”.
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         “The Age of Mechanical Reproduction”.
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         0h30m w/Photoshop, by Paul Ford.
            It's immediately clear to me now that I'm writing again that I need to come up with some new forms in order to have fun here—so
            that I can get a rhythm and know what I'm doing. One thing that works for me are time limits; pencils up, pencils down. So:
            Fridays, write for 30 minutes; edit for 20 minutes max; and go whip up some images if necessary, like the big crappy hand
            below that's all meaningful and evocative because it's retro and zoomed-in. Post it, and leave it alone. Can I do that every
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         That Shaggy Feeling.
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         Antilunchism, by Paul Ford.
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         Tickler File Forever, by Paul Ford.
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         Time's Inverted Index, by Paul Ford.
            (1) When robots write history we can get in trouble with our past selves. (2) Search-generated, "false" chrestomathies and
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