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Page dédiée à l'Égypte

20 sources
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_fra_territoire_egypte.htm
Import dans un lecteur de flux : OPML
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_fra_territoire_egypte.opml
Autres formats : XML/CSV/TXT
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_fra_territoire_egypte.xml

#rss #opml #egypte #moyenorient #afrique

Podcast ajouté comme rubrique

Tous les podcasts, exceptés ceux des radios de Radio France, plus nombreux et donc à part.

680 flux
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_fra_podcast.htm
Import dans un lecteur de flux : OPML
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_fra_podcast.opml
Autres formats : XML/CSV/TXT
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_fra_podcast.xml

#RSS #OPML #podcast #balado #mp3 #audio #ausha #audiomeans #podcastaddict #applepodcast #megaphone #anchor

Podcast ajouté comme rubrique

Tous les podcasts, exceptés ceux des radios de Radio France, plus nombreux et donc à part.

680 flux
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_fra_podcast.htm
Import dans un lecteur de flux : OPML
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_fra_podcast.opml
Autres formats : XML/CSV/TXT
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_fra_podcast.xml

#RSS #OPML #podcast #balado #mp3 #audio #ausha #audiomeans #podcastaddict #applepodcast #megaphone #anchor

Page dédiée sur le Niger

17 sources
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_fra_territoire_niger.htm
Import dans un lecteur de flux : OPML
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_fra_territoire_niger.opml
Autres formats : XML/CSV/TXT
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_fra_territoire_niger.xml

#rss #opml #niger #afrique

The most sensational inspirational, celebrational, Muppetational dedicated page

18 RSS feeds
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_ang_muppet.htm
Import into a reader OPML
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_ang_muppet.opml
Other formats XML/CSV/TXT
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_ang_muppet.xml

#muppet #sesamestreet #darcilynne #frootbats #RSS #OPML

The most sensational inspirational, celebrational, Muppetational dedicated page

18 RSS feeds
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_ang_muppet.htm
Import into a reader OPML
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_ang_muppet.opml
Other formats XML/CSV/TXT
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_ang_muppet.xml

#muppet #sesamestreet #darcilynne #frootbats #RSS #OPML

The most sensational inspirational, celebrational, Muppetational dedicated page

18 RSS feeds
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_ang_muppet.htm
Import into a reader OPML
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_ang_muppet.opml
Other formats XML/CSV/TXT
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_ang_muppet.xml

#muppet #sesamestreet #darcilynne #frootbats #RSS #OPML

Asie de l'Est ajoutée aux territoires
214 flux RSS
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_fra_territoire_asie_de_lest.htm
Import dans un lecteur de flux : OPML
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_fra_territoire_asie_de_lest.opml
Autres formats : XML/CSV/TXT
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_fra_territoire_asie_de_lest.xml

#RSS #OPML #Chine #Japon #CoreeduSud #CoreeduNord #HongKong #Mongolie #Ouighours #Tibet #Cachemire #Fukushima

Afrique subsaharienne ajoutée à l'annuaire RSS 🇫🇷
Sub-Saharan Africa added to the RSS directory 🇬🇧

Press : The Diplomat, Politico, New York Post, The New York Times, Le Monde, The Guardian...
Aggregator : Feedle, EinNews, Flipboard, Google News
538 RSS feeds
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_ang_territory_sub_saharan_africa.htm
To import into a reader XML/OPML/CSV/TXT
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_ang_territory_sub_saharan_africa.xml

#RSS #OPML #SubSaharanAfrica #Africa #SouthAfrica #Sudan #BurkinaFaso #Ethiopia #IvoryCoast #Eritrea #Eswatini #Ghana #Togo #Seychelles #Kenya #Nigeria

Page dédiée à LCI et TF1

32 sources
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_fra_dedie_lci_tf1.htm
Import dans un lecteur de flux : OPML
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_fra_dedie_lci_tf1.opml
Autres formats : XML/CSV/TXT
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_fra_dedie_lci_tf1.xml

#rss #opml #lci #tf1

Page dédiée à LCI et TF1

32 sources
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_fra_dedie_lci_tf1.htm
Import dans un lecteur de flux : OPML
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_fra_dedie_lci_tf1.opml
Autres formats : XML/CSV/TXT
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_fra_dedie_lci_tf1.xml

#rss #opml #lci #tf1

Fusionner Facilement des Flux
SympliRSSfusion : https://sympli.rss-fusion.com/ @Erase

Exemple pour "Triple Nanars" avec des podcasts et des bluesky sur les oeuvres cinématographiques dignes de mémoire.
RSS : https://sympli.rss-fusion.com/rss/3a3b470351b0dce151d261f4bc8116c9ef0895f7d21aca14
En ligne : http://atlasflux.suptribune.org/Outil_RSS_lecture.php?code_id=38164&charge=&urllist=fra_culture_nanar

Par ailleurs assurément le tout premier "flux agrégé collaboratif ouvert" de l'histoire de la télématique, puisque tout à chacun est invité à l'enrichir de sources largement sous-évaluées.

#RSS #OPML #nanar #veille #agregateur

Social Platform
ajouté comme rubrique 🇫🇷
added as topic 🇬🇧

Open Protocol : 358 #Bluesky 87 #Mastodon 77 #Flipboard 6 #Bandwagon 3 #Pixelfed
Half Open : 1 #Threads
Little Open : 7 #Facebook 1 #Instagram
Erratic very little Open : 0 #Twitter 0 #TiKTok
Close : 0 #LinkedIn

529 RSS feeds
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_ang_platform_social.htm
Import into a reader OPML
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_ang_platform_social.opml
Other formats XML/CSV/TXT
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_ang_platform_social.xml

#RSS #OPML

quick and easy. generate a #links / #blogroll page for your #blog from your #rss reader's #opml file backup. #indieweb #smallweb #permacomputing #commandline

https://mel.sh/return-to-the-terminal/

Military ajouté à l'annuaire RSS 🇫🇷
Military added to the RSS directory 🇬🇧

War in Ukraine and Middle East Gaza / Iran / Lebanon
173 RSS feeds
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_ang_city_military.htm
import into a RSS reader
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_ang_city_militaryb.opml

#RSS #OPML #war #military #ukraine #gaza #palestine #iran #army #conflict #lebanon #russia

Heaps of new OPML at https://b19.se/data/opml/

#podcastcollections #opmlcollections #opml

Théâtre ajouté à la rubrique culture
38 flux RSS
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_fra_culture_theatre.htm
Import dans un lecteur de flux : OPML
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_fra_culture_theatre.opml
Autres formats : XML/CSV/TXT
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_fra_culture_theatre.xml

#RSS #OPML #theatre #scene

The Dallas Morning News ajouté à l'annuaire RSS 🇫🇷 to the RSS database 🇬🇧
21 RSS feeds
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_ang_dedicated_the_dallas_morning_news.htm
To import into a reader : OPML
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_ang_dedicated_the_dallas_morning_news.opml
Other formats : XML/CSV/TXT
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_ang_dedicated_the_dallas_morning_news.xml

#RSS #OPML #TheDallasMorningNews #Dallas #Texas #Oklahoma

Flux référencés : 31970 (dont actifs 24509)

Quelque 5000 adresses répertoriées depuis le début de l'année, grâce notamment à l'automatisation de la collecte des territoires.
Deux sites qui :
- ont massivement supprimé leurs RSS l'année dernière : TV5 et Eurosport, respectivement, 114 sur 134 (les pays en février) et 119 sur 127 (les sports en mars).
- ont un nombre important de RSS recensés : Le Monde et la BBC, respectivement 698 et 726, d'où une vaste répartition thématique.

#RSS #OPML

Hey!? Looking for #podcast collections as #opml? Got plenty here from mixed sources, as well as curated sources.

https://b19.se/data/opml/findthatpod/
https://b19.se/data/opml/earbuds/
https://b19.se/data/opml/theend-fyi/
https://b19.se/data/opml/value4value/

#opml #podcasts #podcastcollections #collection

RT for reach! :)

Lien OPML rajouté aux pages HTM.
Le format OPML permet d'importer en une fois tous les RSS dans votre lecteur.
Le fichier OPML peut être directement téléchargé à partir d'une page thématique.
Cela était déjà possible à partir de la page XML ou de la page d'accueil.

Par exemple les 962 flux pour le continent européen :
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_fra_territoire_europe.htm

#RSS #OPML #Europe

Caucase ajouté à l'annuaire RSS 🇫🇷
Caucasus added to the RSS directory 🇬🇧

The Georgia tag has a characteristic: an ambiguous word, relating to a geographical close topic, and few websites display it as a mashup of Caucasus country, U.S. state and person.

68 RSS feeds
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_ang_territory_caucasus.htm
To import into a reader XML/OPML/CSV/TXT
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_ang_territory_caucasus.xml

#RSS #OPML #Caucasus #Azerbaijan #Armenia #Georgia #Chechnya #Ossetia #Nakhchivan #Dagestan #Ingushetia #Abkhazia #Adjara

Yearly audit on my super minimal personal webpage, as I intend it as my true home on the Internet

✅ #opml blogroll
✅ #nowPage
✅ #rss feed posts + rss only
✅ #indieweb setup + microformats2 ready
✅ #webmentions activated
✅ <90 Kb Page Weight
✅ 30/30 Page speed conditions met

Time to stop developing and start writing.

Asie centrale ajoutée à l'annuaire RSS 🇫🇷
Central Asia added to the RSS directory 🇬🇧

Press : BBC, Politico, New York Post, Financial Times, The New York Times, Le Monde, The Guardian, Flickr, The Diplomat...
Aggregator : Flipboard, Google News
86 RSS feeds
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_ang_territory_central_asia.htm
To import into a reader XML/OPML/CSV/TXT
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_ang_territory_central_asia.xml

#RSS #OPML #CentralAsia #Afghanistan #Kazakhstan #Kyrgyzstan #Tajikistan #Turkmenistan #Uzbekistan

Page dédiée au Liban.
Nombre de sources peu importantes, à cause notamment du fait que L'Orient-Le Jour ne possède pas de fil d'actualité, si ce n'est son YouTube.
33 flux RSS
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_fra_territoire_liban.htm
#RSS #OPML #Liban #Beyrouth #MoyenOrient

@davew @susam Seconded. Big love for a #blogroll. Max love for one that includes an #OPML.

Mine's gotten... a little out of control. But hey, the OPML still works!

🔗 https://danq.me/blogroll/

I made a new release of #youtube-to-opml

Now it can access your YouTube subscriptions through the YouTube API (using Google OAuth), among other things.

Oh, and it's my first stuff published on #crateio !

Please check it: https://crates.io/crates/youtube-to-opml

If you found a bug or have any idea for improvements, please open an issue: https://codeberg.org/fistons/youtube-to-opml/issues or leave me message here

#rustlang #rss #opml #youtube

Asie du Sud-Est ajoutée à l'annuaire RSS (anglais) 🇫🇷
Southeast Asia added to the RSS directory 🇬🇧

The BBC, The Guardian, The New York Times, France24, RFI, Euronews, Politico, New York Post, Financial Times, Daily Mail
Flipboard, Google News, EinNews
133 RSS
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_ang_territory_southeast_asia.htm
Import : XML/OPML/CSV/TXT
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_ang_territory_southeast_asia.xml

#RSS #OPML #syndication #aggregator #SoutheastAsia #Brunei #Cambodia #Indonesia #Laos #Myanmar #Philippines #Singapore #Thailand #TimorLeste #Vietnam

#imadethis : https://codeberg.org/fistons/youtube-to-opml

I learnt that we can follow #Youtube channels as #RSS feed, so I used Google takeout to export all my YouTube subscriptions and build this tool in #rustlang to make an #OPML so I can import it with my #RSS client.

No need for a Google Account anymore!

Now I need to implements opml import/export in #harss ...

Continent américain ajouté à l'annuaire RSS (anglais) 🇫🇷
Continent of America added to the RSS directory 🇬🇧

The BBC, The Guardian, The New York Times, France24, RFI, Le Monde, Euronews, Flipboard, Google News, Politico, Financial Times...
522 RSS
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_ang_territory_america.htm
Import : XML/OPML/CSV/TXT
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_ang_territory_america.xml
By country :
426 RSS feeds
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_ang_territory_america_country.htm

#RSS #OPML #syndication #aggregator #SouthAmerica #NordAmerica #CentralAmerica #Caribbean #Antilles

South America added to the RSS directory
Sources : The BBC, The Guardian, The New York Times, France24, RFI, Le Monde, Euronews, Flipboard, Google News, Politico, Financial Times...
173 RSS feeds
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_ang_territory_south_america.htm
To import into a reader XML/OPML/CSV/TXT
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_ang_territory_south_america.xml

#RSS #OPML #syndication #aggregator

South America added to the RSS directory
Sources : The BBC, The Guardian, The New York Times, France24, RFI, Le Monde, Euronews, Flipboard, Google News, Politico, Financial Times...
177 RSS feeds
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_ang_territory_middle_east.htm
To import into a reader XML/OPML/CSV/TXT
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_ang_territory_middle_east.xml

#RSS #OPML #syndication #aggregator

Finally a Podcast Client, thats FOSS, supports OPML import/export and works out of the box on Mac (forced to use at work):

https://github.com/cardo-podcast/cardo

It took me fucking ages to find one..

#Podcast #MacOS #FOSS #Apple #OPML

Page dédiée à l'Indonésie.
Panel de base avec la presse traditionnelle, les agrégateurs, The Conversation et (tant qu'elle n'a pas encore supprimé son flux...) l'Ambassade de France.
15 flux RSS
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_fra_territoire_indonesie.htm
#rss #opml #Indonesie #AsieDuSudEst

having fun with @scripting #feedland self-hosted https://feedland.rmendes.net #rss #opml #blogroll
widget visible here : https://rmendes.net/content/articles/2026-02-14-deploying-your-own-indieweb-site/ (scroll down)

SPIP possède sa page dédiée.
C'est un Système de Gestion de Contenu / Content Management System : un site tout-en-un clef en main.
441 flux
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_fra_plateforme_spip.htm
Import dans un lecteur de flux : OPML
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_fra_plateforme_spip.opml
Autres formats : XML/CSV/TXT
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_fra_plateforme_spip.xml

#RSS #OPML #SPIP #SGC #CMS

SPIP possède sa page dédiée.
C'est un Système de Gestion de Contenu / Content Management System : un site tout-en-un clef en main.
441 flux
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_fra_plateforme_spip.htm
Import dans un lecteur de flux : OPML
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_fra_plateforme_spip.opml
Autres formats : XML/CSV/TXT
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_fra_plateforme_spip.xml

#RSS #OPML #SPIP #SGC #CMS

The Small God of the Internet

It was a small announcement on an innocuous page about “spring cleaning”. The herald, some guy with the kind of name that promised he was all yours. Four sentences you only find because you were already looking for a shortcuts through life. A paragraph, tidy as a folded handkerchief, explained that a certain popular reader of feeds was retiring in four months’ time. Somewhere in the draughty back alleys of the web, a small god cleared his throat. Once he had roared every morning in a thousand offices. Now, when people clicked for their daily liturgy, the sound he made was… domesticated.

He is called ArrEsEs by those who enjoy syllables. He wears a round orange halo with three neat ripples in it. Strictly speaking, this is an icon1, but gods are not strict about these things. He presides over the River of Posts, which is less picturesque than it sounds and runs through everyone’s house at once. His priests are librarians and tinkerers and persons who believe in putting things in order so they can be pleasantly disordered later. The temple benches are arranged in feeds. The chief sacrament is “Mark All As Read,” which is the kind of absolution that leaves you lighter and vaguely suspicious you’ve got away with something.

There was a time the great city-temples kept a candle lit for him right on their threshold. The Fox of Fire invited him in and called it Live Bookmarks.2 The moldable church, once a suit, then a car, then a journey, in typical style stamped “RSS” beside the address like a house number. The Explorer adopted the little orange beacon with the enthusiasm of someone who has been told there will be cake. The Singers built him a pew and handed out hymnals. You could walk into almost any shrine and find his votive lamp glowing: “The river comes this way.” Later, accountants, the men behind the man who was yours, discovered that candles are unmonetizable and, one by one, the lamps were tidied into drawers that say “More…”.

ArrEsEs has lineage. Long before he knocked on doors with a bundle of headlines, there was Old Mother Press, the iron-fingered goddess of moveable type, patron of ink that bites and paper that complains. Her creed was simple: get the word out. She marched letters into columns and columns into broadsides until villages woke up arguing the same argument.3* ArrEsEs is her great-grandchild—quick-footed, soft-spoken—who learned to carry the broadsheet to each door at once and wait politely on the mat. He still bears her family look: text in tidy rows, dates that mind their place, headlines that know how to stand up straight.**

Four months after the Announcement, the big temple shut its doors with a soft click. The congregation wandered off in small, stubborn knots and started chapels in back rooms with unhelpful names like OGRP4. ArrEsEs took to traveling again, coat collar up, suitcase full of headlines, knocking on back doors at respectable intervals. “No hurry,” he would say, leaving the bundle on the step. “When you’re ready.” The larger gods of the Square ring bells until you come out in your slippers; this one waits with the patience of bread.

Like all small gods, he thrives on little rites. He smiles when you put his name plainly on your door: a link that says feed without a blush. He approves of bogrolls blogrolls, because they are how villages point at one another and remember they are villages. He warms to OPML, which is a pilgrim’s list people swap like seed packets. He’s indulgent about the details—/rss.xml, /atom.xml, /feed, he will answer to all of them—but he purrs (quietly; dignified creature) for a cleanly formed offering and a sensible update cadence5.

His miracles are modest and cannot be tallied on a quarterly slide. He brings things in the order they happened. He does silence properly. The river arrives in the morning with twenty-seven items; you read two, save three, and let the rest drift by with the calm certainty that rivers do not take offense. He remembers what you finished. He promises tomorrow will come with its own bundle, and if you happen to be away, he will keep the stack neat and not wedge a “You Might Also Like” leaflet between your socks.

These days, though, ArrEsEs is lean at the ribs. The big estates threw dams across his tributaries and called them platforms. Good water disappeared behind walls; the rest was coaxed into ornamental channels that loop the palace and reflect only the palace. Where streams once argued cheerfully, they now mutter through sluices and churn a Gloomwheel that turns and turns without making flour—an endless thumb-crank that insists there is more, and worse, if you’ll just keep scrolling. He can drink from it, but it leaves a taste of tin and yesterday’s news.

A god’s displeasure tells you more than his blessings. His is mild. If you hide the feed, he grows thin around the edges. If you build a house that is only a façade until seven JSters haul in the furniture, he coughs and brings you only the headline and a smell of varnish6. If you replace paragraphs with an endless corridor, he develops the kind of seasickness that keeps old sailors ashore. He does not smite. He sulks, which is worse, because you may not notice until you wonder where everyone went.

Still, belief has a way of pooling in low places. In the quiet hours, the little chapels hum: home pages with kettles on, personal sites that remember how to wave, gardeners who publish their lists of other gardeners. Somewhere, a reader you’ve never met presses a small, homely button that says subscribe. The god straightens, just a touch. He is gentler than his grandmother who rattled windows with every edition, but the family gift endures. If you invite him, tomorrow he will be there, on your step, with a bundle of fresh pages and a polite cough. You can let him in, or make tea first. He’ll wait. He always has.

Heavily edited sloptraption.

1. He maintains it’s saffron, which is what halos say when they are trying to be practical ↩︎
2. The sort of feature named by a librarian, which is to say, both accurate and doomed. ↩︎
3. Not to be confused with the software that borrowed her title and a fair chunk of her patience. ↩︎
4. Old Google Reader People ↩︎
5. On festival days he will accept serif, sans-serif, or whatever the village printer has not yet thrown at a cat.
   ↩︎
6. He can drink JSON when pressed; stew remains his preference. ↩︎

#AI #algorithmicFeeds #blogging #blogrolls #Discworld #doomscrolling #feedReaders #GoogleReader #history #IndieWeb #internetFolklore #openWeb #OPML #personalWebsites #philosophy #POSSE #printingPress #quietWeb #RSS #smallGods #TerryPratchett #webStandards #writing

The Small God of the Internet

It was a small announcement on an innocuous page about “spring cleaning”. The herald, some guy with the kind of name that promised he was all yours. Four sentences you only find because you were already looking for a shortcuts through life. A paragraph, tidy as a folded handkerchief, explained that a certain popular reader of feeds was retiring in four months’ time. Somewhere in the draughty back alleys of the web, a small god cleared his throat. Once he had roared every morning in a thousand offices. Now, when people clicked for their daily liturgy, the sound he made was… domesticated.

He is called ArrEsEs by those who enjoy syllables. He wears a round orange halo with three neat ripples in it. Strictly speaking, this is an icon1, but gods are not strict about these things. He presides over the River of Posts, which is less picturesque than it sounds and runs through everyone’s house at once. His priests are librarians and tinkerers and persons who believe in putting things in order so they can be pleasantly disordered later. The temple benches are arranged in feeds. The chief sacrament is “Mark All As Read,” which is the kind of absolution that leaves you lighter and vaguely suspicious you’ve got away with something.

There was a time the great city-temples kept a candle lit for him right on their threshold. The Fox of Fire invited him in and called it Live Bookmarks.2 The moldable church, once a suit, then a car, then a journey, in typical style stamped “RSS” beside the address like a house number. The Explorer adopted the little orange beacon with the enthusiasm of someone who has been told there will be cake. The Singers built him a pew and handed out hymnals. You could walk into almost any shrine and find his votive lamp glowing: “The river comes this way.” Later, accountants, the men behind the man who was yours, discovered that candles are unmonetizable and, one by one, the lamps were tidied into drawers that say “More…”.

ArrEsEs has lineage. Long before he knocked on doors with a bundle of headlines, there was Old Mother Press, the iron-fingered goddess of moveable type, patron of ink that bites and paper that complains. Her creed was simple: get the word out. She marched letters into columns and columns into broadsides until villages woke up arguing the same argument.3* ArrEsEs is her great-grandchild—quick-footed, soft-spoken—who learned to carry the broadsheet to each door at once and wait politely on the mat. He still bears her family look: text in tidy rows, dates that mind their place, headlines that know how to stand up straight.**

Four months after the Announcement, the big temple shut its doors with a soft click. The congregation wandered off in small, stubborn knots and started chapels in back rooms with unhelpful names like OGRP4. ArrEsEs took to traveling again, coat collar up, suitcase full of headlines, knocking on back doors at respectable intervals. “No hurry,” he would say, leaving the bundle on the step. “When you’re ready.” The larger gods of the Square ring bells until you come out in your slippers; this one waits with the patience of bread.

Like all small gods, he thrives on little rites. He smiles when you put his name plainly on your door: a link that says feed without a blush. He approves of bogrolls blogrolls, because they are how villages point at one another and remember they are villages. He warms to OPML, which is a pilgrim’s list people swap like seed packets. He’s indulgent about the details—/rss.xml, /atom.xml, /feed, he will answer to all of them—but he purrs (quietly; dignified creature) for a cleanly formed offering and a sensible update cadence5.

His miracles are modest and cannot be tallied on a quarterly slide. He brings things in the order they happened. He does silence properly. The river arrives in the morning with twenty-seven items; you read two, save three, and let the rest drift by with the calm certainty that rivers do not take offense. He remembers what you finished. He promises tomorrow will come with its own bundle, and if you happen to be away, he will keep the stack neat and not wedge a “You Might Also Like” leaflet between your socks.

These days, though, ArrEsEs is lean at the ribs. The big estates threw dams across his tributaries and called them platforms. Good water disappeared behind walls; the rest was coaxed into ornamental channels that loop the palace and reflect only the palace. Where streams once argued cheerfully, they now mutter through sluices and churn a Gloomwheel that turns and turns without making flour—an endless thumb-crank that insists there is more, and worse, if you’ll just keep scrolling. He can drink from it, but it leaves a taste of tin and yesterday’s news.

A god’s displeasure tells you more than his blessings. His is mild. If you hide the feed, he grows thin around the edges. If you build a house that is only a façade until seven JSters haul in the furniture, he coughs and brings you only the headline and a smell of varnish6. If you replace paragraphs with an endless corridor, he develops the kind of seasickness that keeps old sailors ashore. He does not smite. He sulks, which is worse, because you may not notice until you wonder where everyone went.

Still, belief has a way of pooling in low places. In the quiet hours, the little chapels hum: home pages with kettles on, personal sites that remember how to wave, gardeners who publish their lists of other gardeners. Somewhere, a reader you’ve never met presses a small, homely button that says subscribe. The god straightens, just a touch. He is gentler than his grandmother who rattled windows with every edition, but the family gift endures. If you invite him, tomorrow he will be there, on your step, with a bundle of fresh pages and a polite cough. You can let him in, or make tea first. He’ll wait. He always has.

Heavily edited sloptraption.

1. He maintains it’s saffron, which is what halos say when they are trying to be practical ↩︎
2. The sort of feature named by a librarian, which is to say, both accurate and doomed. ↩︎
3. Not to be confused with the software that borrowed her title and a fair chunk of her patience. ↩︎
4. Old Google Reader People ↩︎
5. On festival days he will accept serif, sans-serif, or whatever the village printer has not yet thrown at a cat.
   ↩︎
6. He can drink JSON when pressed; stew remains his preference. ↩︎

#AI #algorithmicFeeds #blogging #blogrolls #Discworld #doomscrolling #feedReaders #GoogleReader #history #IndieWeb #internetFolklore #openWeb #OPML #personalWebsites #philosophy #POSSE #printingPress #quietWeb #RSS #smallGods #TerryPratchett #webStandards #writing

The Small God of the Internet

It was a small announcement on an innocuous page about “spring cleaning”. The herald, some guy with the kind of name that promised he was all yours. Four sentences you only find because you were already looking for a shortcuts through life. A paragraph, tidy as a folded handkerchief, explained that a certain popular reader of feeds was retiring in four months’ time. Somewhere in the draughty back alleys of the web, a small god cleared his throat. Once he had roared every morning in a thousand offices. Now, when people clicked for their daily liturgy, the sound he made was… domesticated.

He is called ArrEsEs by those who enjoy syllables. He wears a round orange halo with three neat ripples in it. Strictly speaking, this is an icon1, but gods are not strict about these things. He presides over the River of Posts, which is less picturesque than it sounds and runs through everyone’s house at once. His priests are librarians and tinkerers and persons who believe in putting things in order so they can be pleasantly disordered later. The temple benches are arranged in feeds. The chief sacrament is “Mark All As Read,” which is the kind of absolution that leaves you lighter and vaguely suspicious you’ve got away with something.

There was a time the great city-temples kept a candle lit for him right on their threshold. The Fox of Fire invited him in and called it Live Bookmarks.2 The moldable church, once a suit, then a car, then a journey, in typical style stamped “RSS” beside the address like a house number. The Explorer adopted the little orange beacon with the enthusiasm of someone who has been told there will be cake. The Singers built him a pew and handed out hymnals. You could walk into almost any shrine and find his votive lamp glowing: “The river comes this way.” Later, accountants, the men behind the man who was yours, discovered that candles are unmonetizable and, one by one, the lamps were tidied into drawers that say “More…”.

ArrEsEs has lineage. Long before he knocked on doors with a bundle of headlines, there was Old Mother Press, the iron-fingered goddess of moveable type, patron of ink that bites and paper that complains. Her creed was simple: get the word out. She marched letters into columns and columns into broadsides until villages woke up arguing the same argument.3* ArrEsEs is her great-grandchild—quick-footed, soft-spoken—who learned to carry the broadsheet to each door at once and wait politely on the mat. He still bears her family look: text in tidy rows, dates that mind their place, headlines that know how to stand up straight.**

Four months after the Announcement, the big temple shut its doors with a soft click. The congregation wandered off in small, stubborn knots and started chapels in back rooms with unhelpful names like OGRP4. ArrEsEs took to traveling again, coat collar up, suitcase full of headlines, knocking on back doors at respectable intervals. “No hurry,” he would say, leaving the bundle on the step. “When you’re ready.” The larger gods of the Square ring bells until you come out in your slippers; this one waits with the patience of bread.

Like all small gods, he thrives on little rites. He smiles when you put his name plainly on your door: a link that says feed without a blush. He approves of bogrolls blogrolls, because they are how villages point at one another and remember they are villages. He warms to OPML, which is a pilgrim’s list people swap like seed packets. He’s indulgent about the details—/rss.xml, /atom.xml, /feed, he will answer to all of them—but he purrs (quietly; dignified creature) for a cleanly formed offering and a sensible update cadence5.

His miracles are modest and cannot be tallied on a quarterly slide. He brings things in the order they happened. He does silence properly. The river arrives in the morning with twenty-seven items; you read two, save three, and let the rest drift by with the calm certainty that rivers do not take offense. He remembers what you finished. He promises tomorrow will come with its own bundle, and if you happen to be away, he will keep the stack neat and not wedge a “You Might Also Like” leaflet between your socks.

These days, though, ArrEsEs is lean at the ribs. The big estates threw dams across his tributaries and called them platforms. Good water disappeared behind walls; the rest was coaxed into ornamental channels that loop the palace and reflect only the palace. Where streams once argued cheerfully, they now mutter through sluices and churn a Gloomwheel that turns and turns without making flour—an endless thumb-crank that insists there is more, and worse, if you’ll just keep scrolling. He can drink from it, but it leaves a taste of tin and yesterday’s news.

A god’s displeasure tells you more than his blessings. His is mild. If you hide the feed, he grows thin around the edges. If you build a house that is only a façade until seven JSters haul in the furniture, he coughs and brings you only the headline and a smell of varnish6. If you replace paragraphs with an endless corridor, he develops the kind of seasickness that keeps old sailors ashore. He does not smite. He sulks, which is worse, because you may not notice until you wonder where everyone went.

Still, belief has a way of pooling in low places. In the quiet hours, the little chapels hum: home pages with kettles on, personal sites that remember how to wave, gardeners who publish their lists of other gardeners. Somewhere, a reader you’ve never met presses a small, homely button that says subscribe. The god straightens, just a touch. He is gentler than his grandmother who rattled windows with every edition, but the family gift endures. If you invite him, tomorrow he will be there, on your step, with a bundle of fresh pages and a polite cough. You can let him in, or make tea first. He’ll wait. He always has.

Heavily edited sloptraption.

1. He maintains it’s saffron, which is what halos say when they are trying to be practical ↩︎
2. The sort of feature named by a librarian, which is to say, both accurate and doomed. ↩︎
3. Not to be confused with the software that borrowed her title and a fair chunk of her patience. ↩︎
4. Old Google Reader People ↩︎
5. On festival days he will accept serif, sans-serif, or whatever the village printer has not yet thrown at a cat.
   ↩︎
6. He can drink JSON when pressed; stew remains his preference. ↩︎

#AI #algorithmicFeeds #blogging #blogrolls #Discworld #doomscrolling #feedReaders #GoogleReader #history #IndieWeb #internetFolklore #openWeb #OPML #personalWebsites #philosophy #POSSE #printingPress #quietWeb #RSS #smallGods #TerryPratchett #webStandards #writing

The Small God of the Internet

It was a small announcement on an innocuous page about “spring cleaning”. The herald, some guy with the kind of name that promised he was all yours. Four sentences you only find because you were already looking for a shortcuts through life. A paragraph, tidy as a folded handkerchief, explained that a certain popular reader of feeds was retiring in four months’ time. Somewhere in the draughty back alleys of the web, a small god cleared his throat. Once he had roared every morning in a thousand offices. Now, when people clicked for their daily liturgy, the sound he made was… domesticated.

He is called ArrEsEs by those who enjoy syllables. He wears a round orange halo with three neat ripples in it. Strictly speaking, this is an icon1, but gods are not strict about these things. He presides over the River of Posts, which is less picturesque than it sounds and runs through everyone’s house at once. His priests are librarians and tinkerers and persons who believe in putting things in order so they can be pleasantly disordered later. The temple benches are arranged in feeds. The chief sacrament is “Mark All As Read,” which is the kind of absolution that leaves you lighter and vaguely suspicious you’ve got away with something.

There was a time the great city-temples kept a candle lit for him right on their threshold. The Fox of Fire invited him in and called it Live Bookmarks.2 The moldable church, once a suit, then a car, then a journey, in typical style stamped “RSS” beside the address like a house number. The Explorer adopted the little orange beacon with the enthusiasm of someone who has been told there will be cake. The Singers built him a pew and handed out hymnals. You could walk into almost any shrine and find his votive lamp glowing: “The river comes this way.” Later, accountants, the men behind the man who was yours, discovered that candles are unmonetizable and, one by one, the lamps were tidied into drawers that say “More…”.

ArrEsEs has lineage. Long before he knocked on doors with a bundle of headlines, there was Old Mother Press, the iron-fingered goddess of moveable type, patron of ink that bites and paper that complains. Her creed was simple: get the word out. She marched letters into columns and columns into broadsides until villages woke up arguing the same argument.3* ArrEsEs is her great-grandchild—quick-footed, soft-spoken—who learned to carry the broadsheet to each door at once and wait politely on the mat. He still bears her family look: text in tidy rows, dates that mind their place, headlines that know how to stand up straight.**

Four months after the Announcement, the big temple shut its doors with a soft click. The congregation wandered off in small, stubborn knots and started chapels in back rooms with unhelpful names like OGRP4. ArrEsEs took to traveling again, coat collar up, suitcase full of headlines, knocking on back doors at respectable intervals. “No hurry,” he would say, leaving the bundle on the step. “When you’re ready.” The larger gods of the Square ring bells until you come out in your slippers; this one waits with the patience of bread.

Like all small gods, he thrives on little rites. He smiles when you put his name plainly on your door: a link that says feed without a blush. He approves of bogrolls blogrolls, because they are how villages point at one another and remember they are villages. He warms to OPML, which is a pilgrim’s list people swap like seed packets. He’s indulgent about the details—/rss.xml, /atom.xml, /feed, he will answer to all of them—but he purrs (quietly; dignified creature) for a cleanly formed offering and a sensible update cadence5.

His miracles are modest and cannot be tallied on a quarterly slide. He brings things in the order they happened. He does silence properly. The river arrives in the morning with twenty-seven items; you read two, save three, and let the rest drift by with the calm certainty that rivers do not take offense. He remembers what you finished. He promises tomorrow will come with its own bundle, and if you happen to be away, he will keep the stack neat and not wedge a “You Might Also Like” leaflet between your socks.

These days, though, ArrEsEs is lean at the ribs. The big estates threw dams across his tributaries and called them platforms. Good water disappeared behind walls; the rest was coaxed into ornamental channels that loop the palace and reflect only the palace. Where streams once argued cheerfully, they now mutter through sluices and churn a Gloomwheel that turns and turns without making flour—an endless thumb-crank that insists there is more, and worse, if you’ll just keep scrolling. He can drink from it, but it leaves a taste of tin and yesterday’s news.

A god’s displeasure tells you more than his blessings. His is mild. If you hide the feed, he grows thin around the edges. If you build a house that is only a façade until seven JSters haul in the furniture, he coughs and brings you only the headline and a smell of varnish6. If you replace paragraphs with an endless corridor, he develops the kind of seasickness that keeps old sailors ashore. He does not smite. He sulks, which is worse, because you may not notice until you wonder where everyone went.

Still, belief has a way of pooling in low places. In the quiet hours, the little chapels hum: home pages with kettles on, personal sites that remember how to wave, gardeners who publish their lists of other gardeners. Somewhere, a reader you’ve never met presses a small, homely button that says subscribe. The god straightens, just a touch. He is gentler than his grandmother who rattled windows with every edition, but the family gift endures. If you invite him, tomorrow he will be there, on your step, with a bundle of fresh pages and a polite cough. You can let him in, or make tea first. He’ll wait. He always has.

Heavily edited sloptraption.

1. He maintains it’s saffron, which is what halos say when they are trying to be practical ↩︎
2. The sort of feature named by a librarian, which is to say, both accurate and doomed. ↩︎
3. Not to be confused with the software that borrowed her title and a fair chunk of her patience. ↩︎
4. Old Google Reader People ↩︎
5. On festival days he will accept serif, sans-serif, or whatever the village printer has not yet thrown at a cat.
   ↩︎
6. He can drink JSON when pressed; stew remains his preference. ↩︎

#AI #algorithmicFeeds #blogging #blogrolls #Discworld #doomscrolling #feedReaders #GoogleReader #history #IndieWeb #internetFolklore #openWeb #OPML #personalWebsites #philosophy #POSSE #printingPress #quietWeb #RSS #smallGods #TerryPratchett #webStandards #writing

The Small God of the Internet

It was a small announcement on an innocuous page about “spring cleaning”. The herald, some guy with the kind of name that promised he was all yours. Four sentences you only find because you were already looking for a shortcuts through life. A paragraph, tidy as a folded handkerchief, explained that a certain popular reader of feeds was retiring in four months’ time. Somewhere in the draughty back alleys of the web, a small god cleared his throat. Once he had roared every morning in a thousand offices. Now, when people clicked for their daily liturgy, the sound he made was… domesticated.

He is called ArrEsEs by those who enjoy syllables. He wears a round orange halo with three neat ripples in it. Strictly speaking, this is an icon1, but gods are not strict about these things. He presides over the River of Posts, which is less picturesque than it sounds and runs through everyone’s house at once. His priests are librarians and tinkerers and persons who believe in putting things in order so they can be pleasantly disordered later. The temple benches are arranged in feeds. The chief sacrament is “Mark All As Read,” which is the kind of absolution that leaves you lighter and vaguely suspicious you’ve got away with something.

There was a time the great city-temples kept a candle lit for him right on their threshold. The Fox of Fire invited him in and called it Live Bookmarks.2 The moldable church, once a suit, then a car, then a journey, in typical style stamped “RSS” beside the address like a house number. The Explorer adopted the little orange beacon with the enthusiasm of someone who has been told there will be cake. The Singers built him a pew and handed out hymnals. You could walk into almost any shrine and find his votive lamp glowing: “The river comes this way.” Later, accountants, the men behind the man who was yours, discovered that candles are unmonetizable and, one by one, the lamps were tidied into drawers that say “More…”.

ArrEsEs has lineage. Long before he knocked on doors with a bundle of headlines, there was Old Mother Press, the iron-fingered goddess of moveable type, patron of ink that bites and paper that complains. Her creed was simple: get the word out. She marched letters into columns and columns into broadsides until villages woke up arguing the same argument.3* ArrEsEs is her great-grandchild—quick-footed, soft-spoken—who learned to carry the broadsheet to each door at once and wait politely on the mat. He still bears her family look: text in tidy rows, dates that mind their place, headlines that know how to stand up straight.**

Four months after the Announcement, the big temple shut its doors with a soft click. The congregation wandered off in small, stubborn knots and started chapels in back rooms with unhelpful names like OGRP4. ArrEsEs took to traveling again, coat collar up, suitcase full of headlines, knocking on back doors at respectable intervals. “No hurry,” he would say, leaving the bundle on the step. “When you’re ready.” The larger gods of the Square ring bells until you come out in your slippers; this one waits with the patience of bread.

Like all small gods, he thrives on little rites. He smiles when you put his name plainly on your door: a link that says feed without a blush. He approves of bogrolls blogrolls, because they are how villages point at one another and remember they are villages. He warms to OPML, which is a pilgrim’s list people swap like seed packets. He’s indulgent about the details—/rss.xml, /atom.xml, /feed, he will answer to all of them—but he purrs (quietly; dignified creature) for a cleanly formed offering and a sensible update cadence5.

His miracles are modest and cannot be tallied on a quarterly slide. He brings things in the order they happened. He does silence properly. The river arrives in the morning with twenty-seven items; you read two, save three, and let the rest drift by with the calm certainty that rivers do not take offense. He remembers what you finished. He promises tomorrow will come with its own bundle, and if you happen to be away, he will keep the stack neat and not wedge a “You Might Also Like” leaflet between your socks.

These days, though, ArrEsEs is lean at the ribs. The big estates threw dams across his tributaries and called them platforms. Good water disappeared behind walls; the rest was coaxed into ornamental channels that loop the palace and reflect only the palace. Where streams once argued cheerfully, they now mutter through sluices and churn a Gloomwheel that turns and turns without making flour—an endless thumb-crank that insists there is more, and worse, if you’ll just keep scrolling. He can drink from it, but it leaves a taste of tin and yesterday’s news.

A god’s displeasure tells you more than his blessings. His is mild. If you hide the feed, he grows thin around the edges. If you build a house that is only a façade until seven JSters haul in the furniture, he coughs and brings you only the headline and a smell of varnish6. If you replace paragraphs with an endless corridor, he develops the kind of seasickness that keeps old sailors ashore. He does not smite. He sulks, which is worse, because you may not notice until you wonder where everyone went.

Still, belief has a way of pooling in low places. In the quiet hours, the little chapels hum: home pages with kettles on, personal sites that remember how to wave, gardeners who publish their lists of other gardeners. Somewhere, a reader you’ve never met presses a small, homely button that says subscribe. The god straightens, just a touch. He is gentler than his grandmother who rattled windows with every edition, but the family gift endures. If you invite him, tomorrow he will be there, on your step, with a bundle of fresh pages and a polite cough. You can let him in, or make tea first. He’ll wait. He always has.

Heavily edited sloptraption.

1. He maintains it’s saffron, which is what halos say when they are trying to be practical ↩︎
2. The sort of feature named by a librarian, which is to say, both accurate and doomed. ↩︎
3. Not to be confused with the software that borrowed her title and a fair chunk of her patience. ↩︎
4. Old Google Reader People ↩︎
5. On festival days he will accept serif, sans-serif, or whatever the village printer has not yet thrown at a cat.
   ↩︎
6. He can drink JSON when pressed; stew remains his preference. ↩︎

#AI #algorithmicFeeds #blogging #blogrolls #Discworld #doomscrolling #feedReaders #GoogleReader #history #IndieWeb #internetFolklore #openWeb #OPML #personalWebsites #philosophy #POSSE #printingPress #quietWeb #RSS #smallGods #TerryPratchett #webStandards #writing

«Get the RSS Feed for any YouTube channel» 🇬🇧
«Récupère le flux RSS d'une chaîne YouTube» 🇫🇷

VimRSS
https://vimrss.com/tool/youtube-to-rss

Dynamic Directory & RSSToolBox
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/#lien

#rss #opml #xml #directory #annuaire

«Autres annuaires» ajoutée dans la rubrique des outils RSS 🇫🇷
«Other directories» added to the RSS tools category 🇬🇧

https://atlasflux.saynete.net/#lien

#rss #opml #xml #directory #annuaire #veille #feedspot @lwindolf

Just a reminder! If you are looking RSS starter packs, The RSS Review has downloadable OPML files for each category. They can be imported directly into your feed reader to subscribe to the entire category at once.

https://the-rss-review.surge.sh/

If you want to add a feed or feed category, then post it in the comments.

#tech #technology #rss #rssfeeds #rssfeedreaders #socialmedia #indieweb #personalweb #smallweb #blogs #gis #movies #tv #books #comics #health #history #music #science #software #opml

#Development #Launches
Feedsmith · A JavaScript-powered generator/parser for web feeds https://ilo.im/163qpt

_____
#WebFeeds #RSS #Atom #JSON #OPML #JavaScript #NodeJS #WebDev #Frontend #Backend

@davew,

Latest:
I've been able to get #FeedLand working, but only after I figured out that the empty page post login implied I hadn't subscribed to anything.

I've now successfully added two #RSS feed subscriptions, as per screenshots.

Suggestion:
Adding a <link rel=alternate" type="text/xml;profile=opml" href={opml-doc-url}> in the <head/> section of FeedLand page would help with #OPML agents with auto-discovery.

#OpenWeb #News #Syndication #Subscription #Feeds

Océanie ajoutée à l'annuaire RSS 🇫🇷
Oceania added to the RSS directory 🇬🇧

Press : Politico, New York Post, Financial Times, The New York Times, Le Monde, The Guardian, RFI...
Aggregator : Flipboard, Google News
157 RSS feeds
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_ang_territory_oceania.htm
To import into a reader XML/OPML/CSV/TXT
https://atlasflux.saynete.net/atlas_des_flux_rss_ang_territory_oceania.xml

#RSS #OPML #Oceania #Tasmanie #Australia #Fiji #NewZealand #Marshall #Nauru #SolomonIslands #Samoa #Tonga #Tuvalu #Vanuatu #PapuaNewGuinea