I don’t want to wait until July for Record of a Spaceborn Few. 📚
Some important work I need to do involves uninterrupted thinking. Not desk work like coding, but creative and strategic work. I’m having a hard time revving down on evenings & weekends bc that’s when my brain has space. Is an “unplugged” day or 1/2 day each week a crazy idea?
A great blog post about the twin awful experiences of dating and job hunting.
“You think a newborn knows what it all means? It just happens and then you go about the mean business of being alive. Awareness comes later, if it comes at all.”
Book 8 of the year was remarkable.
The only thing that ever really calms my imposter syndrome is recognizing just how much I’ve grown. I hate reading past me, prose or code. I don’t have regrets, but I sure know I do things better today than I did before. I am so much happier with who I am today than who I was.
My frequent flouting of my (sometimes) crippling imposter syndrome is not a cry for reassurance. It’s a hope/acknowledgment that maybe someone out there looks up to me and will take solace in the fact that I too suffer from feelings of inadequacy and overwhelm.
It’s as though toxic masculinity was collected and coalesced into one living man.
I remember when Sunlit came out for ADN and I remembered liking it but I remembered very little else. Watching this video showing a peak at Sunlit 2.0 has me really excited.
I have to admit, I’m pretty torn on whether I should move json.blog and my other domains to https. Scripting News: HTTP still under attack
I think the internet stopped being fun for me when I was 18 in 2005.
Our family signed up for America Online (and WOW by CompuServe, and MSN, and various other ISPs that gave away hours) starting from about 1996 when I was 9. Putting aside chatrooms and the emergence of messaging services, what I remember most about the internet from my time in middle school through high school were pseudonyms, personal websites that we would now call “blogs” (and their further development with things like LiveJournal), and fan sites.
What was so attractive as a pre-teen and then teenager about the internet was that it was somewhere you can connect with other people in a deeply personal and vulnerable way. You could meet someone with the same interest you thought was obscure. You could share ideas that seemed bizarre, or even radical, and find out that someone else felt the same way, or didn’t, and you learned from that conversation. You could try on personalities and traits that were unlike your own. And because the internet could be anonymous or pseudonymous, and because sites and services and data disappeared, you could do these things without repercussion.
As the world caught on to the internet, there were more and more incentives and requirements to move toward using your “real ID” online. First, and often, as virtue signaling about the seriousness with which you held believes on forums and in chatrooms and on blogs. Second, as a means to ensure that you and only you defined what would be found when increasingly easy and common searches for your name were conducted. And finally, as a strong requirement of the internet services and applications we used which want your real identity because without it you and your data hold little value to them.
I greeted a lot of this with open arms. I remember when I was 18 changing my online pseudonyms all over to my real name. Because I grew up, and the internet grew up. Rather than liberation, anonymity/pseudonymity and acting without repercussion morphed from enabling profound vulnerability to enabling profound harm. It was time for the internet and the real world to come together.
But I miss those early days. It was important to my development as a person to experiment with identity and ideas and to be vulnerable “in public” with other ideas and identities on the web. It was healthy. But it would take a monster amount of work to access the web like that today, and even then, with the internet operating as the largest surveillance apparatus ever constructed, I don’t think I could ever have that naive trust required to be so deeply vulnerable again.
I have only read two of the Nebula nominees for best novel, which means I can add 5 more books to my “want to read” shelf on Goodreads! 📚
Altered Carbon was good, but probably about 100-150 pages too long. 📚
⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️, book 7 of the year 💪🏻
It’s been 9 long years that I haven’t had my amp and pedal board in my home. Here’s hoping I play more this next 9 years. (And get my other guitars here!)
Tell me about the
temporal_tables PostgreSQL extension. Anyone use it? Any gotchas (other than no RDS support)?
What annoys the hell out of me about Brian Chen’s HomePod review is I remember how annoyed I was that it took 2 weeks to get Spotify’s Discover Weekly playlist. Apple Music was a way better day one experience (but Spotify gets so good over time).