I realize I’m of a demographic, one that still regularly watches prime-time programming, but it really is cringe to see commercial after commercial for new medications with really alarming side-effects.
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IOS Pet Peeve (Includes iPadOS): Processing Notifications from the Lock Screen and the Device Goes to Sleep.
In practice, I pick up device so it wakes and shows the Lock Screen. I see a stunning number of notifications. I start swiping and tapping to manage them, and then even though I’m holding the device in front of my face, FaceID doesn’t, and the screen sleeps in mid swipe or between taps. Now, I have to wake the device a second time, make sure FaceID happens, go the Home Screen where hopefully I’m not completely distracted by icon notifications, hope I’m pulling down from the portion of the screen that will allow me to process the notifications I was trying to process, and start again.
Coffee. Coffee and Tylenol. Coffee, Tylenol and Nintendo.
I need more coffee.
Have I Mentioned John Philip Sousa?
Recently, I learned that John Philip Sousa is the composer of The Liberty Bell. Many of us know this as the theme music for Monty Python’s Flying Circus. He has a tie to my Mid-Western region of the USA, having composed a Foshay Tower March for the self-same Foshay Tower in Minneapolis. According to legend, his orchestra played it the one time at the grand opening celebration. The check from Mr.
There’s a lot to be said for learning the hard way. I am deeply impatient with myself. I was attempting to restring a guitar I was gifted with many years ago—because I want to really dig in and learn. I broke the first new string in my eagerness. So now I wait for replacements to arrive.
That feeling when I have to reset the password I just reset because somehow it didn’t stick or what I thought I typed and confirmed isn’t what I typed and confirmed.
My Posts are Full of Errors Because
I know. I know. The reason why my chats and emails and posts all seem the same is hurry. First, I’m usually writing in a browser (as I am now), instead of a proper text editing tool. I don’t have a workflow more sophisticated than Get The Idea Out And Hit Send ™. Secondly, while I do one or more cursory re-reads, I’m operating from what I know I intended to write, which is often different than how my fingers hit the keys, and different still from assumptions that autocorrection tools make.
Guy Is Re-Exposed to 90s Electronic Music and Ruminates (The Continuing Re-Rip Project Saga)
I’ve talked a lot about how music is a time-travel machine. Today what hit me while working The Re-Rip Project and the compilations of various EDM genres is how long I spent preferring electronic music at 120 BPM or faster. For about 15 years it was my thing. It seemed like a reasonable place to end up after listening to 80’s synth-pop, and a little Acid House, New Beat and Industrial.
I just heard myself say “What’s the temp out side? The air sounds cold.” It’s eight Fahrenheit, for reference.
So hard to love watching the Vikings play. Relieved that we won, but was so frustrating to watching a 10 point lead evaporate in the last 70 seconds of regulation play. Won by a field goal, though. Skol!