But what if Apple became a mobile operator? It would accept inbound calls and send them to me as FaceTime over any network. When I make a call, Apple can decide if that’s an in-network call or if (like with SMS) it goes to a 3rd party. No phone needed, just a mobile data plan.

If I could set my Apple Watch as the focus for my phone number, I’d be happy to carry an iPad exclusively. Or heck, just make a cellular-capable iPad operate as a phone so I don’t have to keep three computers on my person, just two or one.

Reading and writing is wonderful. I have a brain that likes to make connections. Between consuming some social media posts today, then writing an update to my Now page, I’ve learned some things that have helped me to clarify my own values and principles.

Went to download FileZilla for my Windows laptop. I decided to get the paid version. $16 isn’t too much to pay for all the years I’ve enjoyed its functionality.

I would like to thank @manton for making Micro.blog ready for this moment in time. This service is really much greater than the sum of its parts.

Apparently it’s a very Black Friday for trees in my neighborhood. At least three chainsaws running within earshot.

As a person who grew up in the midwest, I didn’t know I loved cornbread stuffing so much.

I just watched the first 5 episodes of Wednesday. Would recommend!

For a few days I was really worried I was going to need to create another account. But I just learned I can follow ActivityPub right here.

Sorta wondering if ActivityPub will be the thing that finally makes syndication take off. I’ve loved RSS ever since I understood what it was, but the whole following an ID might make it easier for some to understand.

Interesting times.

Feedle: a search is an RSS feed.

Looking forward to discovering new sources!

I don’t know what to do about social media. I’ve ghosted Facebook. I’m about to do the same to Twitter.

I don’t know anything about Mastodon, yet.

I’m ruminating a lot.

Temps dropping to 17F tonight. It’s cold enough for now. In January and February when the rises up to 17F, we’re going to be relieved.

#mnwx

The story of moving out of our home to make way for a remodel starts and ends thusly: We were not prepared.

House was born in 1947. Not zero risk of lead-based paint.

Demo for renovation starting soon.

This just in: King size matresses resist. They do not want to be moved.

Minnesota, where we love to bitch about the weather and double or triple commute times. And, we chuckle at recent transplants who haven’t been through a full season, yet. Oh, and we are getting 3-5 inches today, and then the possibility of snow over the next three days.

“…I don’t wanna belong to the… to any of it. I just wanna be…”

—Iggy Pop sampled in Crystal Method’s Post Punk

I still maintain it’s difficult not to put a little swagger into your step when Crystal Method is stimulating your auditory nerves.

Found my first-Gen AirPods Pro in an easy chair that I sit in daily. Reported them lost in the Find My app. My phone was often within 2 or 3 feet of where I found them. Found them when looking in the chair for my phone. Possibly the metal chair mechanism blocked signal?

Notification Fatigue:

I read the message on my watch. I clear the notice on my iPhone screen, then I launch the Messages app to clear the notification on the app icon.

In Apple’s house, using apps and hardware they themselves designed, I expect that to be a cleaner experience.

I voted my conscience. I choose to see voting as my responsibility, and I am grateful I live in a place where we can respectfully and privately add our input.

Is This Our Last Daylight Saving Time Change?

Yeah: No.

I still support ending the madness. Pick one and make it stick.

Please.

“There really is nothing better than a well-made latté” he said, finishing his second of the day.

I have long been aware that the place in the world where I call home and feel at home is very distant from any salt water. Orient yourself in any compass direction, and despite the abundance of freshwater, I’m quite distant from ocean by any measure.

This week at work, I was introduced to the idea of a Land Acknowledgement. My home and my place of work are on land where other peoples were displaced through trickery and with force.

My last name is a place name, from a tiny hamlet in what is currently Poland. Land that was once called German, and Pomeranian Prussian, and I don’t yet know what before that. My armchair etymology suggests the name means “From the place” or something simpler.

Three or four generations back, my relatives come from places now called England, Sweden, Germany, or Russia

We came by steam ship and steam train, mostly in the early twentieth century, to the middle of the North American continent. To places freshly delineated as Iowa, Illinois, Wisconsin, Minnesota and South Dakota.

If doing all of that work to get all of the way away from where-I’m-from was worthwhile, then I have to ask, what was it about where-I’m-from the was so undesirable? How were the fortunes spent on transport seen to be a good plan? It’s not like we got to Boston or New York City and thought that was far enough.

The how part of how I am here is kind of easy to answer. The why, though? That might lead to some hard and possibly triggering conversations.

I am neurodivergent. I think that is an answer, in a way. Because it’s not by random chance. But, ultimately, the idea that anyone can go somewhere else to be more free to be who they are is, ultimately, deeply naive.

If I am not free to be me, where I am, nor are you free to be you where you are, then the problem isn’t geography.

Land Acknowledgement

For me, today, I reside in land formerly of Očhéthi Šakówiŋ and Wahpekute ranges, and close to earthworks.

I am going to learn more.