Technology frustration: Sometimes my phone will not connect to Car Play in my car. Rebooting phone or turning off car don’t make a difference. Waiting to plug in until after car is started, etc. And then the next time I go to drive, it works normally.
Technology frustration: My daughter wanted to play Minecraft this morning. It wouldn’t launch. It wouldn’t reinstall. A half hour later I note my daughter is playing Minecraft because it just worked.
That Midnight M2 MacBook Air is looking pretty fine
Watching videos on MTV, because Gen X.
Old videos reminding me of a few minutes of my life when I believed I might be cool.
Yeah. Music is just as likely to bring tears to my eyes as anything, anymore
My dad was emphatically not a Prince fan. But I had friends who had albums which I surreptitiously borrowed and dubbed to tape. Then I used my little portable deck and phones and carried the music with me.
Purple Rain tour concert film on PBS just started. I’m in.
Saga Conversations — For reasons I don’t understand, this song has been an earworm for weeks. ¯_(ツ)_/¯
From their Worlds Apart album, which is an old favorite of mine.
I just got a markdown-native writing app, which I’m excited about. Particularly the Apple-native synchronization to iCloud and between devices. However, a new blank document is still a new blank document.
It’s “funny”. Until you read the bylines. The Onion
I’m not proud of Apple if the union-busting activity is real
Sometimes it’s color that catches my eye
I had the privilege of attending a diversity, equity and inclusion presentation today. The good news is that I’m not oblivious. The other good news, I suppose, is that I have many opportunities to improve understanding and empathy. Wow.
Loved the reference to The Big Lebowski in Family Guy, tonight
Asking honestly: is there like a group of people who are super sick and tired of all the shadiness done by people with power but who are still working to and honestly desire to make the world a better place? There is no red pill. There is no blue pill. There is just us.
Starting the day with puppies in my lap, coffee, Nintendo and Princess Bride.
When, out of habit, you walk down the stairs of the atrium in your employer’s building, from the third to the first floor, to head back to your desk—and then realize the thing you need to do next is on the third floor
We have had about three separate, significant hail storms at my house this year, in the space of a few weeks. I’ve never seen this much hail anywhere I have lived in my whole life.
So wierd journalists are shocked that Apple continues to support a production product (like an operating system) well into the development cycle of the replacement version. It’s like people actively refuse to understand how they work. Cynical me remembers: headlines drive clicks.
It’s a triple espresso kind of morning. Fitbit says I slept okay but brain says it’s not feeling it.
Feeling gimpy. Feeling old. Converse shoes don’t like me. Feet hurt. Knee hurts. Tylenol take me away.
Hail on St. Paul’s East Side. #MnWx #55119
Turned a MacBook Pro into a slab book—I removed the non-functional display. It’s 2013 model and a replacement display is still $600. And it’s mostly my iTunes library and doesn’t move around the house.
Unintended consequences? Yes. The bluetooth and WiFi antennæ are in the display module and that matters. I’m wired into my LAN, but using the built-in keyboard and trackpad as intended because bluetooth is a no go.
Wishing Apple would not advertise MacOS 12 on a machine that is not capable of running it. When a Mac Mini is capable of more than 2T of internal storage, or when I can afford a Mac Studio, I’ll think about it.
The longer I live, the easier it is to spend time in reverie.
Apple Music hit me with a deep cut from Human League’s Dare album tonight. It was a favorite album and I’m really struck how simple and spare synth pop was, compared to what we can do with production, now.
I probably got the cassette in those days from the Columbia Record and Tape Club. My parents signed up and my middle brother and I took turns making a selection every other month.
Even if every album wasn’t dear, it was the music I had. My tiny collection was well-worn and significant parts couldn’t help but make it into permanent memory through shear repetition.
My collection of music has grown substantially over decades and it honestly pains me that I don’t have the same familiarity with albums that I once did, though rediscovery is a pleasant thing that happens often.
Music is probably my most mood-altering habit.