When you spend time reading well-researched writing on pensieves.
It’s a fascinating idea to explore with respect to note-taking, journaling, and capturing knowledge.
It’s a literary device, but our various technologies could give us those magical powers one day.
Homophones are an issue when attempting to dictate through voice recognition— Mail versus male in one recent attempt to return a text message. That it works as well as it does is wonderful, but sometimes even modifying pronunciation or changing word order doesn’t get the job done.
My first name comes from Hjalmer Lindberg.
Had he lived, he would have been a great uncle.
In World War II, he fought in the Battle of the Bulge with the 94th infantry. He was a sniper who was killed by another.
The story I was told was that first, Hjalmer’s helmet was shot off. This revealed the position of the German sniper. Hjalmer quickly pivoted to return fire, but the German was faster. Hjalmer was shot in the head.
Many details are not known to me. A thousand questions have occurred to me after it’s too late to ask.
Hjalmer was very good friends in the infantry with Erich Gerloff. They had such a strong bond that they made a pact. Should one survive the other, the survivor would travel to meet the other’s family.
Erich’s own life had been dramatic at points. He had been born in Germany, and had crossed the Atlantic three times with his family to escape economic hardship.
He was captured at the Battle of the Bulge and was kept briefly at a stalag. He was on a death march when, because he spoke German well enough, German soldiers told him to get out of the line. They thought he was a spy or agent and were afraid of punishment should he be put to death at their hands.
Erich survived the war, rising in rank through battlefield promotions, assuming I’ve understood the details at all.
He also honored his pact with his friend. He travelled from New York to Wisconsin to visit the Lindbergh family in Wisconsin and proposed to one of Hjalmer’s sisters within a few days.
They married and had a family. Their eldest, a son, they named for Hjalmer, who they had both lost.
That man, the son, was on a tour of duty in Vietnam, when his sister, my mother, was pregnant with me. And she wanted her brother to know she loved him.
Hjalmer is my first name. Erich is my middle name.
Contact interoperability via VCF or CSV file is simply terrible. It could be as simple as export/import. But that’s not the case. It’s export/translate/edit/import/edit
Long story short:
Don’t use files to exchange this data. Use services.
To get contacts from Outlook (Exchange) into iOS, I used the macOS-native Contacts app. I connected to the Exchange account that had the contacts needed. Then I connected to the empty iCloud account. I selected the Exchange account, selected all of the contacts, and dragged them en masse to the iCloud account. In a few minutes, all of the contacts appeared in iCloud with the correct data in the correct fields. A few minutes after that, they were on the destination iPhone.
Hot coffee and cookies on a cool morning
I’m old because I remember MTV playing music video always, and I’m up early enough to watch AMTV
This makes me very sad:
The Case Against Year-Round Daylight Savings Time: We Tried It Before
I was a child, then. I have no recollection of this.
My Semi-Annual Plea: Please stop the madness with the clock shifting. Pick one and run with it.
Please.
The coffee isn’t working today.
Sometimes the wave hits you
Sometimes you’re under the wave
Sometimes you’re in the wave
Sometimes you ride the wave
Sometimes you are the wave
The rate at which I am losing elders in my family is alarming. I’ve made it into my fifties before feeling that way, for which I count myself fortunate. But I’m getting closer to the front of the line and it is sobering.
Bluejays and cardinals at the feeder. They are lovely in the morning sun
Listening to a lot of Echodrone, today. Bought two albums and am excited for a new release next month.
Music saves.
I have a non-neurotypical daughter in a school system that has doubled-down on the use of law enforcement, restraint, and seclusion to control the student population. I’m not okay with this policy and we are opting out of the traditional school system after this school year.
I will say this about social media: It is what I make it. I have stolen a strategy from Mr. Rogers, which is to find the helpers. In this case? I subcribe to or follow the helpers. There are so many people who are trying to make a difference. I am so grateful.
My biggest professional challenge is to adjust my thinking from a tactically-thinking individual to a more strategically-thinking manager. This is something I want to do well. Is there a support group for that? Is it called Everyone? Do they meet at the drinking-establishment?
Being able to speak a text message to my watch is something I didn’t realize I would like so much.
Listened to Ulrich Schnauss' single Asteroid 2467 and I was struck by how much it sounded like something Robin Guthrie might compose. If you agree with me or if you don’t, I’m thrilled because that is a frame of reference I’m happy to learn others share.
It doesn’t make sense for the left hand to punch the right hand, nor for the right leg to kick the left. We are part of the same body. We work better together.
Bags are very much a Goldilocks thing for me. Size, capacity, pockets, compartments. I went small recently and then larger and just haven’t got it quite right. I’ve have been through briefcases, Big backpacks and Small messenger bags. Right now moving to a medium, custom messenger bag from Timbuk2. Fingers crossed.
Midnight made it to our slice of the globe. Happy New Year, Everyone!
The annual retrospectives reviewing who has left this mortal coil continue to become more poignant and painful.
Easy to get lost in dark thoughts.
The challenge is to shine brighter.
Half-day at work, then cleared the drive of snow. Grateful for snow throwers. Husqvarna has been good to me.
Last night I told a speaker to play 80s New Wave. I remembered the future I once dreamed of included rack stereo systems and Nakamichi Dragons.
I miss getting to know the contestants on The Voice. These short seasons seem too rushed and it’s getting harder to care.
I also miss being able to buy the killer performances on iTunes.
#TheVoice