Listening to Deserta’s 2020 album called Black Aura My Sun. It’s somewhere between M83 and Ulrich Schnauss—as if shoegaze arrived via 80s pop, instead of via New Wave/Alternative. More synth, and less guitar.
Always a treat to know a favorite album hasn’t been forgotten: The ongoing legacies of The Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy
The small company conference I’m at has severely underestimated the amount of dairy we require with our coffee.
Less intimidated by AI with the understanding that we humans can’t really define what intelligence is, and we can’t really explain how we do what we do. We can automate based on complex decision trees, but the magic is in the awareness of the decision tree.
When I decide what I should have said about 5 minutes after I introduced myself at the company conference.
If there is anything on this earth that takes me out of my 54-year-old body, it’s music. Listened to some M83 and Unkle on the way home from work tonight. It was good for the soul.
Yeah. So, I’m going to need you to apply your application updates before I open the document I need to work on. Mmmkay? That’d be great.
This was taped to the outside of my cube one morning. I’m proud of my beard’s accomplishments
I have come to realize too late that any new app or software is an invitation to more notifications and advertisements. None of those are reasons I install an app. And now they cause me to remove apps.
I don’t know why I have to put off every expense report. There are never many and it’s never that damned hard.
Just picked up BOO - EP by Dead Leaf Echo. They are on Bandcamp
I’m intrigued by the idea that an Apple Watch might be able to be paired to devices that are not phones, or possibly paired to more than one phone. I have long wanted my Apple life to be less phone-centric. I’d prefer a cellular iPad as a primary device. Or maybe a cellular watch—and no phone.
The mysterious Great Attractor that’s pulling us in
Contemplating the infinite is awesome. The few facts we have are only hors d’œuvres in a meal we can’t yet imagine.
Privileged to witness Northern Lights again tonight. Connected with good friends in the field, too!
I put my name in the hat for the Facebook/Cambridge Analytica settlement. There was a part of the form that was looking for start and end dates. On closer reading it was for people who no longer have accounts. Since mine is still currently active, that should be easy enough to confirm.
First gained access to Facebook in 2008. I used to post a lot of updates, every day. Not saying they were great, but a lot closer to stream of consciousness than what I’ve done these last many years
Scrolling back through my Facebook history, learned I quit Friendster and MySpace in 2009.
I did the thing and imported my tweets. I’m owning my history, as mundane as it is. I would like to thank @manton for re-enabling this functionality.
Air travel is still amazing. This morning I was in New Jersey. Posting this from my living room in St. Paul, MN. First pic is proof I was there from a friend. Second shot is my favorite of the day.
White Glove Delivery: Weasels who will use every opportunity to not do what you’ve paid handsomely for them to do. If it only happened once or twice I’d chalk it up to bad actors. I’m finding it is consistent behavior across providers. The delivery personnel give no shits.
I’m thinking about The Curse of Knowledge. Wondering how best to elevate my team members at work. But also wondering if I really understand what I’m talking about. I have experiences and successes, but I’m not sure how to transmit effectively.
I think the gravest error we’ve made as Americans is to assume that legal decisions are in any way permanent, or that they settle any discussion. A court case is not always the end, and may only reflect the quality of the argument and the context in which it is argued.
Also working on transitioning email newsletters to Inoreader. And unsubscribing from stuff I’m not feeling anymore. With respect to email inbox governance, I am my own worst enemy.
I’ve realized now that, due to a series of well-meaning decisions, I’ve probably cost myself decades of email archives. While I may be able to recover some of it, part of me is just wanting to move on. Additionally, going to be saving more of my life outside of email. Hard lesson.
“In a way, April Fools’ Day is now the most honest day of the year, as at least the people pranking us are willing to admit it’s all fake.”
Via LifeHacker