How to Follow Adrants on Social Networks

Once upon a time there was a thing called a website. People used to navigate to it by clicking on a link or by typing a URL into the address bar of their browser. It seemed to work well. For a while. Then came the HTML newsletter. Then came RSS. Then came Digg. Then came Friendfeed. Then came Twitter, Facebook, Google Buzz, StumbleUpon, YouTube and the list goes on.

Perhaps you just like reading Adrants in the web. Maybe you prefer the newsletter. Maybe you’re an RSS junkie or just want quick Twitter updates. No matter how you prefer to consume Adrants content, we have you covered. And just in case you want to explore alternative methods of consuming Adrants, here’s all the ways you can do that:

– Follow Adrants on Twitter
– Join the Adrants Facebook Group
– Subscribe to the RSS feed
– Get the daily newsletter
– See what we’ve got on YouTube
– Check out our job board
– Join Adgabber, our social network
– View our event photos on flickr
– Read the daily newsletter

Picture of Steve Hall

Steve Hall

RECENT ARTICLES

TRENDING AROUND THE WEB

Research suggests the people society calls “wise” rarely experience it that way from the inside — what feels like wisdom to others often feels like exhaustion to the person carrying it, because knowing how things work doesn’t make them easier, it makes them clearer, and clarity without the power to change anything is its own kind of quiet suffering

Research suggests the people society calls “wise” rarely experience it that way from the inside — what feels like wisdom to others often feels like exhaustion to the person carrying it, because knowing how things work doesn’t make them easier, it makes them clearer, and clarity without the power to change anything is its own kind of quiet suffering

Global English Editing

I’m 65 and I’ve been called ‘so kind’ my entire life — but I just realized I don’t have a single person I could call at 2am, and the loneliness of being everyone’s safe harbor but nobody’s first choice is something I’m only now letting myself feel

I’m 65 and I’ve been called ‘so kind’ my entire life — but I just realized I don’t have a single person I could call at 2am, and the loneliness of being everyone’s safe harbor but nobody’s first choice is something I’m only now letting myself feel

Global English Editing

I’m 73 and the regret that keeps me awake isn’t the career I didn’t pursue or the places I didn’t visit — it’s the twenty years I spent waiting for my husband to become someone he was never going to be

I’m 73 and the regret that keeps me awake isn’t the career I didn’t pursue or the places I didn’t visit — it’s the twenty years I spent waiting for my husband to become someone he was never going to be

Global English Editing

The cruelest assumption people make about childless adults isn’t that they’re selfish or that they’ll regret it. It’s the quiet certainty that someone else will take care of them when the time comes, without ever asking who that someone is or whether they actually exist.

The cruelest assumption people make about childless adults isn’t that they’re selfish or that they’ll regret it. It’s the quiet certainty that someone else will take care of them when the time comes, without ever asking who that someone is or whether they actually exist.

Global English Editing

Behavioral science suggests the decision to learn something difficult and impractical after retirement isn’t just a hobby — it’s one of the most powerful acts of resistance against the societal narrative that your learning years are behind you

Behavioral science suggests the decision to learn something difficult and impractical after retirement isn’t just a hobby — it’s one of the most powerful acts of resistance against the societal narrative that your learning years are behind you

Global English Editing

A letter to anyone who thinks younger generations talk too much about their feelings: the silence you’re nostalgic for wasn’t peace. It was your father’s clenched jaw at dinner, your mother’s unexplained headaches, and the way nobody in your house said ‘I love you’ unless someone was dying.

A letter to anyone who thinks younger generations talk too much about their feelings: the silence you’re nostalgic for wasn’t peace. It was your father’s clenched jaw at dinner, your mother’s unexplained headaches, and the way nobody in your house said ‘I love you’ unless someone was dying.

Global English Editing