Peak computing.
I tapped out at work after a half day. I am just not feeling well and I wanted to rest.
Eleven Days, Post Election
I have been tuning out on news and most social media, but I have been tuning into how I feel and how I am processing where we are at. I initially felt equal parts anger and despondency. I am thankful that I sat with those feelings and did not rush to share them. They were raw and unrefined. After eleven days, they have softened a bit. I still feel sadness and disappointment, but I am trying to prevent these feelings from driving my experience.
The last eight years have taken their toll on me. My stress and anxiety levels have remained elevated and regularly peak to new highs. I don’t want to admit to the amount of time I have lost with my family due to my anger and anxiety over the news and the state of our government. I have spent too much time staring at my phone instead of being present in the moment. I lost my sense of humor in 2016 and have never fully regained it. It’s easy to blame the polarizing President-Elect, because he comes across as an awful person, with questionable scruples. However, I mostly just blame people. I blame a party who repeatedly decided to nominate the most unqualified individual to lead their ticket and the people who either decided to vote for him or those who decided to sit it out and let it happen. If you’re not going to take this assignment seriously, then why should I?
🔗 2004 was the first year of the future
I adore the thought and care put into this retrospective of 2004, which was the year I graduated high school and began college. It feels like a lifetime ago (maybe two).
It’s tempting to imagine that the person who would feed a group of strangers every morning just because they’re camped at his doorstep and hungry is somehow different than the person who would vote for concentration camps. But they’re the same person. We’re all the same people.
It’s like in the great stories, Mr. Frodo. The ones that really mattered. Full of darkness and danger they were. And sometimes you didn’t want to know the end. Because how could the end be happy? How could the world go back to the way it was when so much bad had happened? But in the end, it’s only a passing thing, this shadow. Even darkness must pass. A new day will come. And when the sun shines it will shine out the clearer. Those were the stories that stayed with you. That meant something, even if you were too small to understand why. But I think, Mr. Frodo, I do understand. I know now. Folk in those stories had lots of chances of turning back, only they didn’t. They kept going, because they were holding on to something. That there is some good in this world, and it’s worth fighting for.
I’m trying to find inspiration at the end of this week from this snippet of The Two Towers by J.R.R. Tolkien.
Damon Albarn began work on this album in the aftermath of Britain’s EU referendum. I keep coming back to this album after our own referendum and I wonder what it means for our country and our people.
When I was younger, I typically counted seconds too fast; now that I am older, I typically count seconds too slow.
🔗 The Yale Review | Chris Ware on Richard Scarry and the Art of Children’s Literature
Regarding Ole Risom and Richard Scarry’s I am a Bunny:
I never read it as a child, but I can now attest to its elegant, quiet beauty, because it was my daughter’s first word book ever, and I read it to her several hundred times. I never tired of its pictures or its words, the simple zen-like magic it evokes of the inevitability of the passing seasons always somehow putting the reader in a pleasant passenger-seat view.
I adore this book and have always loved reading it with my kids.
Early voted this morning. Voting for democrats in Tennessee feels a little like pissing into the wind, but I will always vote. 🗳️
🔗 Charles Schulz on Being a Good Citizen
Loved stumbling across this on kottke.org today. I needed this, especially with all of the dooming that is going on this week.
🔗 How I Experience the Web Today
🎯 Nailed it.
Drinking coffee and monitoring the weather as we prepare to start our week long DisneyWorld vacation. We’ve always been very lucky and have avoided significant rain on our previous trips. We may not be so lucky this time. Hoping for light rain the entire time. 🤞🏻
Twenty Years
The passage of time is omnipresent in my digital life. Photos regularly surfaces memories of past events. I frequently enjoy with these memories, but there are occasional reminders that outline just how much time has passed. A memory and reminder of my nephew’s twentieth birthday hit me especially hard this week.
I had just started college when my brother called me with the news that my nephew was born. My nephew, Dallas, was named after my brother’s favorite football team, the Dallas Cowboys. Fittingly, he was born during a Monday Night Football game featuring the Dallas Cowboys. You can’t make this stuff up.
Twenty years feels impossible. I understand that transition period is in the past, but it doesn’t feel possible that it was twenty years in the past. When I think of Dallas, I still think of him as being four or five years old, his age when I graduated college. It’s wild. I was also warned about the speed at which time passes as you age, but even with those frequent warnings, I feel as though I am ill prepared for this experience.
📺 Susan Kare demonstrating the Macintosh Interface in 1984
So much respect for Susan Kare. The amount of thoughtfulness put into the iconography and interface design of the original Macintosh is incredible. I love these time capsules.
🔗 How will you save small midwestern towns without mass immigration?
Interesting perspective. My hometown, Mayfield, Kentucky, has seen a similar change over the years. There have been many immigrants, mostly from Mexico, who have moved there for opportunities and are now part of the community.
Finished reading: Make Something Wonderful: Steve Jobs in his own words 📚
I received a printed copy of this book. The quality of the print is extraordinary. I loved reading it and found the book inspiring.
We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence then, is not an act, but a habit.
Quote from The Story of Philosophy by Will Durant, an attempt at capturing a certain Aristotelian sentiment. I ran across the quote this morning while reading Make Something Wonderful. Steve attributed the quote directly to Aristotle, but I found the origination of the quote thanks to Check Your Fact.
Finished reading: Treasure Island - Illustrated by N. C. Wyeth by Robert Louis Stevenson 📚
And you may lay to that.
Third day in a row of spending the majority of my time in my bed. Two negative rapid antigen Covid tests, but you never know. Whatever it is has really taken me down. I was scheduled to travel for work this week. Honestly dejected that I had to cancel, as I had made quite a few plans. C’est la vie.
Localization of dates frequently trips me up. I find myself regularly searching for the following document: Unicode Technical Standard #35 - Part 4: Dates.
Proactively storing this link in my Pinboard for future reference.
After much consternation, I got back on my bicycle last month. Sixteen rides for over eighty-seven miles in August. Just took my first ride of September this morning. Hoping to exceed one hundred miles this month.
📺 The secret inside One Million Checkboxes
An entertaining story about a group of ingenious kids.
📺 “In Search of Excellence” at Apple Computer in 1984
I love the idea of people working together towards a common goal. I find it inspiring.
📺 Apple Computers 1995 Promotional Video “The Martinettis Bring Home a Computer”
Loved watching this infomercial. It makes me nostalgic for mid 90’s computing.
Via 512 Pixels.