“Back in the day”, after a wave of nausea, or a fever, etc, you needed to loudly groan, whimper, or whatever you could muster for assistance. “Honey, please bring me a wet washcloth/towel/undertaker”. With cell phones, you can now text your wife/spouse/mom “please bury my corpse to the left of the roses but not over the septic tank” without expending much energy at all.
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Thoughts on Blogger and Google+
As a long time Blogger user, I do worry a bit about how much longer Google will support this. The rise of Google+ drives that. The various features added lastly to + make it look like they compete, and we all know about “Houses Divided”.
It seems that “+” gets all the developer energy, all the press. Blogger is way behind Word Press as far as features. So, probably, I’ll do what so many others I know have done and port this over to WordPress.
Collaboration
Watching footage of WWII’s end gives me pause. I grew up in a world which pooh-poohed the Nazis, yet forgetting we’re looking through hindsight. It’s so easy to denounce their sympathizers, as well as those who failed to act. I expect, though, that many Dutch or French or Norse who went along with things simply thought they were doing the best they could. Were any of these folks punished? It’s hard to feel sympathy for those who turned families over to the Gestapo who were then brutalized, but what about the restauranteur who befriended a German officer? What about the German soldier who couldn’t care less about National Socialism, but like so many in my family, thought he was serving his country?
Then I turn this personal. The person I am would never have been part of the gleeful followers. But that’s only part off the equation. Knowing how things turn out, it’s easy to say “I would resist”. But, at that moment, in the madness that was Nazi Germany, or one the occupied countries, would I have had the bravery of a Bonhoeffer? Or would I have, politely, gone about my business, too afraid to speak? Perhaps simply hoping/waiting for the world to pivot back the other direction? I doubt I would’ve had the courage to speak out. Perhaps to quietly serve in the underground. From what I see, most of us suffer from risk aversion. Doing something that, not only puts our health and safety at risk, but our family’s as all? Starts to become harder to imagine.
I look and think those who did quiet acts of resistance, hiding Jews in their basement, forgetting about the car full of resistance fighters you just saw, passing along news, radio parts… This list goes on. Maybe but as glorious add some, but critical, really. It was the critical mass of these acts, ultimately, that fully ends these conflicts.
Why I love Twitter
Been thinking about the mighty Twitter. Why do I like it so much, yet others I know hate the platform? One key thought: chaos. For me, the beauty of Twitter is it’s chaos. This manic, crazily shifting feed of information delights me. Yet I understand how this could be a hard style for others.
I specifically, deliberately follow smart and creative people without millions of followers. The people I follow will grab anything a celebrity would say (that’s interesting) early enough for me to still be in the front of the thought curve. I value unique thinking over most anything else.
Twitter is more global. Maybe it’s my follower curation, but my list does a great job of giving me a global view, more so than I’d ever see reading a US based news org.
If I need order, I have Google or Bing. And Facebook gives me a good look into the macro interests of our culture. Twitter trend to be where I see the cutting edge thinking, the leading stories. And I love that.
The #Math
It’s not that I hate math,
Nor fail to comprehend.
Simply, math fails to delight
As flowing words do.
Evening quietude
Too early, no,
It’s not morning
Until I’ve slept.
Sunlight collapsed into darkness
Hours back. Dawn comes soon
I guess. Light drifts in
Leisurely from points
Nearby, but sparse.
Words drift, too,
Flickered from bluish screens
Across my unweary eyes.
Slowly luring my mind
Free of thought, embracing
Dreams sweet embrace.
Silence lingers.
This darkened evening
Rain flows, gently calming the night air. Dampness seeps deeply, my marrow aches. Light’s brilliance rippled with moistened air, speckles distort those beams, glimmering gems, fluttering upon crisply chilled air.
Thoughts upon this evening’s stroll
My feet fall upon pavement. The sound changes to a quiet thud when I leave pavement for grass, earth. My eyes move skyward, this sky lacks light. Save for the stars. Stars glow, brutal furnaces flickering gently, silently. They strangely beckon me, who can not reply. Upon this rock, far from the center of anything, galaxy-wise, much less regarding the universe. Away, away they sit, gentle blue glowing spots upon the once blue sky. Watching me, calmly. Do they see this once boy, walking under the few remaining wisps of cloud, stretched thinly, not quite hiding the ancient eyes.
Orion’s gaze the most familiar. Memories from boyhood, back upon the grass, eyes drinking deep those ever present dots. Staying upon the shapes my parents, their parents, all humanity that’s ever been, they’ve all seen the same shapes. Though they, too, change, their slowness taxes the mind to consider. My life barely a suffer. Humanity’s entire experience too recent to register. Pale blue dreams across the winds of history.
Is Smartphone The Right Term Anymore?
I remember using the term “smartphone” long before the iPhone. Devices like the BlackBerry, Windows Mobile and the Treo: these were the original “smartphones”. However, these guys are a league separated from today’s devices. As I consider it, the main difference seems to be accessing the web. Today’s smartphones interact with the web as well as desktops, or closely so.
The modern devices easily seen mis-named in comparison. I wonder of a new name is justified? Well, who am I to decide? Plus, even if I were to craft the most brilliant name, would it get traction? Would it get adopted?
Changing the World Through Design
A couple of months back I stumbled upon the Design Matters podcast. I’d utilize my commute to explore new and interesting ideas, and this is one that resonated well. Then my FM transmitter (which was how I played my podcast through the Prius’ radio [no aux jack in my Prius…a 2005…none…in 2005 <wish I could all-cap 2005 here>…] died. I fell behind while I made my way through the holidays lacking one (I’ve been told that my propensity to buy stuff I need makes me a hard gift-shopper-for during the holidays. I really do try to be amenable to generosity).
Currently, I’ve made my way back to November 2013 and have now discovered Dawn Hancock. Her blending of design, sustainability, social entrepreneurship just sings to me. One key thing driven home during my time at Starbucks: the power of these inter-related themes. This is transformative, and a key part of deep innovative thinking.
She was a TEDx Speaker in 2010 (Chicago). Here’s the video. Enjoy!