Currently reading: The Dawn of Everything by David Graeber and David Wengrow 📚
I first encountered Graeber (¡Presente!) on an Indymedia livestream giving an interview or speaking at a teach-in during a convergence to protest WTO or WEF. Something like that. Pre-9/11 revolutionary optimism on my part.
Catching-up with The Handmaid’s Tale and the end of Season 4, where Zoom gets a mention. This, for me, only makes the current reality, still dominated by Zoom and its competitors, feel like a continued dystopia.
… the fiefdoms remain. There doesn’t seem to be a combination of browser extensions that gives me the combination of features I want, in the experience I want, to have some parity across the multiple browsers I use every day. The shortlist (this is not all-inclusive) might be: Safari’s “merge all windows” Safari’s “arrange tabs by web site” (or alphabetically by title) Chrome’s tab groups (Safari’s groups are closest, But I like the in-tab-bar experience a little better) Syncing of groups across instances/platforms on that browser (Safari does it best, I want the same experience on Chrome, Firefox) Firefox’s containers
I haven’t yet reached (or appreciated?) the level of enlightenment where this doesn’t have a massive depressing effect on me. I am also not very skeptical.
Just trying to figure out if I need to really be more zen or subscribe to Free Will Illusionism, or hope for more meaningful quantum randomness as my “religion” or spirituality.
There was a sliver of a moment, as I looked up while driving through Catonsville tonight and saw what turned out to be the SpaceX Starlink launch, where I thought “maybe Dad was right this time.”
I know I’m just a cantankerous and rather undistinguished Internet Old, but now that I am back in the digital agency space, I can’t help but think even the progressives on the web are missing the thing. The tactics still seem to be “be like the dark money, but better.”
I don’t have enough to expound on that, and I’ll be pressure testing it.
Stopping for a second to appreciate passing through the autumnal equinox.
A 🥃 to the equinox. 🍂
Our household has hit that stage in life where one inspects odd, dark brown-ish lumps of debris and asks oneself, “is it food? Play-Doh(TM)? Poop?”
Focus Mode might save my brain, but kill me in the short term anyway.