Maybe not good bedtime reading, but good reading.
evening stroll to Woodstock with the Funleader. “Five-mile walk after work? Sure!” wasn’t really super common before this past year.
Today had a few moment of “this is weird” so I put on the Funleader 18 and got out while the sun was getting low and went with the weird.
Shot #2 is in my arm. The National Guard private who took my info had a 13-year-old address on record for me. I corrected it and said “this is why the thought of a one-world government doesn’t scare me” and she snorted.
How to keep me from making a purchase: show me your entire product line with $500 between the bottom and top, and describe every. single. product. in. it. as “the ultimate in performance.”
It’s either great or tragic that I left marketing.
“Twitter is a machine for directing self-righteous anger, and it fires all day, every day, whether the targets are deserving or not.” —John Gruber
I would offer some qualifications, because Twitter is at a scale where there sort of isn’t one Twitter, the same way there’s not really one “Internet.” But there is this aspect of it that approaches unavoidable sometimes. As a friend put it yesterday, “I hate seeing names on trending, because it means they’re either dead or did something terrible,” to which I added “… and when they’re dead, it means we’re probably going to find out they did something terrible in short order.” (And either way, if you had to go to a wake every single day, it would start getting hard to go to wakes.)
I know there’s a school of thought that says “you should want to know that,” and I am not going to write the thousands of words it would take to establish why I take some issue with that.
Instead, I’ll offer that one way to dampen the anger machine aspects of Twitter is to:
You can selectively disable retweets for individual follows without a special client, but that’s too fiddly for me. Instead, I have Tweetbot set up to filter out everything that isn’t “someone I know using their own words to talk about something.” That effectively makes Twitter about as reasonable as the people I follow, and since I largely stick to rule #1 up there, it means Twitter is about as reasonable as the people I know.
I know there’s another school of thought that considers this a squandered opportunity … an invitation to fall into an epistemic trap. For people who are cognitively and temperamentally wired up to treat Twitter as their front door, that’s great and please do go on. I don’t think I owe Twitter or its denizens unfettered access to my time and attention, and that’s not something I could tolerate. There are better ways for me to absorb a diverse set of viewpoints for me.
I think it’s a sign of my own slow return to merely “whelmed” that I’ve allowed Apple News back into my media diet. I still block sites pretty ruthlessly when I think they’re wasting my time, but I appreciate having an option that’s sort of a very pretty RSS reader with a “shuffle” button to go with my more carefully curated Reeder list. Now that Reeder has its own sync back-end, I’ve dropped Feedly.
I’ve also, finally, let podcasts enter my consciousness. A list of regular listens:
And I’ll mention the Slate Political Gabfest, but of all these I find this one the most alienating. It is the professional managerial class embodied. Reading Fear of Falling and The Virtue Hoarders helped me understand why I feel so antagonized and irritable after listening to this, but I do listen because it is also a fine encapsulation of maybe 85 percent of the modern Democratic voter coalition, from its “soft left” wing to its right.
Anyhow, that’s my media brain these days.
I’ve bought enough camping gear lately that the advertising algorithms are starting to push 5 gallon barrels of dehydrated survival chow on the off chance I’m actually a prepper.
Headed to the coast for a long birthday weekend. Trading the watch that goes bing and reminds me of meetings for the one that … doesn’t.
-youtube to my searches is like a time machine ride to a lost age where people learned by reading.