A while back, I decided to keep track of every paywall I encountered in the course of my regular web browsing. After I blew by two dozen, I decided to stop. For a few weeks, I’d diligently jotted down publications I couldn’t read, but this record of how much I was missing had begun to bother me. I’m still not sure what coconut crabs can tell us about Amelia Earhart (I’ll get you next time, National Geographic), how former San Diego Padre Rougned Odor feels about having horses (sorry, San Diego Union-Tribune), or why the original Super Mario Bros. movie sucked (apologies, Wired).
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