Change 4: He showed her the secret category codes.
He typed one URL into her browser: https://t.co/SvkuVh46rq. A page of horror movies appeared that had never shown up on her homepage.
He explained that Netflix organizes its entire catalog of 8,000+ titles using over 2,200 hidden category codes. Noir thrillers. Cult sci-fi. Deep sea horror. Gentle British reality TV. Witchcraft documentaries. Gritty courtroom dramas. Tearjerkers. 90-minute comedies. Movies directed by women. Two-hour action films.
None of these categories appear on the homepage. The algorithm decides which 30 or so genre rows you see based on what it thinks will keep you scrolling. The other 2,170 categories exist in a parallel universe you access by typing a number into a URL.
He bookmarked https://t.co/7W0xZYK7og on her browser and told her to search "Netflix secret codes" whenever she felt stuck. She went from "there's nothing to watch" to spending 45 minutes browsing categories she didn't know existed. The library didn't change. Her access to it did.
It's been ages since I've even thought of Foucault.
“What Is an Author?” in 1969. But he seemed to sense it coming. “We can easily imagine a culture where discourse would circulate without any need for an author,” he wrote.
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A grammar book walks into a bar
* An Oxford comma walks into a bar, where it spends the evening watching the television, getting drunk, and smoking cigars.
* A dangling participle walks into a bar. Enjoying a cocktail and chatting with the bartender, the evening passes pleasantly.
* A bar was walked into by the passive voice.
* An oxymoron walked into a bar, and the silence was deafening.
* Two quotation marks walk into a “bar.”
* A malapropism walks into a bar, looking for all intents and purposes like a wolf in cheap clothing, muttering epitaphs and casting dispersions on his magnificent other, who takes him for granite.
* Hyperbole totally rips into this insane bar and absolutely destroys everything.
* A question mark walks into a bar?
* A non sequitur walks into a bar.
In a strong wind, even turkeys can fly.
* Papyrus and Comic Sans walk into a bar. The bartender says, "Get out -- we don't serve your type."
* A mixed metaphor walks into a bar, seeing the handwriting on the wall but hoping to nip it in the bud.
* A comma splice walks into a bar, it has a drink and then leaves.
* Three intransitive verbs walk into a bar. They sit. They converse. They depart.
* A synonym strolls into a tavern.
* At the end of the day, a cliché walks into a bar -- fresh as a daisy, cute as a button, and sharp as a tack.
* A run-on sentence walks into a bar it starts flirting. With a cute little sentence fragment.
* Falling slowly, softly falling, the chiasmus collapses to the bar floor.
* A figure of speech literally walks into a bar and ends up getting figuratively hammered.
* An allusion walks into a bar, despite the fact that alcohol is its Achilles heel.
* The subjunctive would have walked into a bar, had it only known.
* A misplaced modifier walks into a bar owned by a man with a glass eye named Ralph.
* The past, present, and future walked into a bar. It was tense.
* A dyslexic walks into a bra.
* A verb walks into a bar, sees a beautiful noun, and suggests they conjugate. The noun declines.
* A simile walks into a bar, as parched as a desert.
* A gerund and an infinitive walk into a bar, drinking to forget.
* A hyphenated word and a non-hyphenated word walk into a bar and the bartender nearly chokes on the irony .
– Jill Thomas Doyle
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