@patrickrhone favour request, if/when you have time: who’s in your RSS reader that I’m likely missing?
I’ve been trying this thing where I attempt to leave for work with my battery at 100%. No simple task, as my iPhone 7 battery health is at 76%. But definitely helps me leave early.
At night we drank beer and played Uno and checkers and went to bed early. It felt terrific.
— Austin Kleon, Roughing it
Stay loose. Let go. There are other bananas.
— Frank Chimero, Monkey Trap
I think I’m finally ready to admit that I’m not going to send an email newsletter any time soon. I’m just here, for now.
Your 1st blog post will be bad, but your 1000th will be great.
Your 1st workout will be weak, but your 1000th will be strong.
Your 1st meditation will be scattered, but your 1000th will be focused.
Put in your reps.
My iPhone/iPad/computer are all company supplied devices. Being free from upgrade angst is liberating. 📱
Back to back BBQs on the last weekend before school. Holding on to summer as tight as we can. 🍺🍔
My kid got the Stranger Things D&D starter set for his birthday. Asks "Will you play with me, Dad?" Had to choke back the tears. ⚔️🎲
Leaving for work 30 minutes earlier increases my quality of life by at least 50%. ⏰
Fifteen years ago I married my favourite person in the world. Best decision I continue to make, every day. 💍
Spending a week at the lake and taking the opportunity to get my digital house in order. 🏖
This idea kind of blew me away, actually. Here’s to a full year, my friend.
My friend Matt has this amazing idea for an app. I think you’re going to like it. We haven’t exactly figured out how it works yet, but that doesn’t matter. The point is that this is going to help a lot of people, and we are going to get rich.
Browsing your Facebook timeline you are inundated with the same kinds of photos that you’re sick of seeing, over and over: your friends’ smug accomplishments, their in-your-face celebrations, their annoying kids.
You set the types of events or subjects that annoy you the most. Any time one of these offensive images shows up in your timeline, BOOM! It’s immediately replaced with a random image of a cat!
- Friends did an “edgy” engagement photo-shoot? No thanks. Here’s some cats.
- Endless stream of wedding/honeymoon/vacation photos? Nope, cats.
- New baby? Cats.
- Picture of their cat? No, picture of your cat!
I think you get the idea. Basically, it works just like an ad-blocker, except that it’s a cat-swapper. Genius, right? Matt’s a Thought Leader. Of course, he would prefer that all the pictures be of his cat, Obi-wan. Maybe that’s user-configurable; we’re still working out the details.
That explains Cat-Swap. Why plus?
Great question! I’m glad you asked, because I’m really excited about this part.
I’m thinking we put in a button, superimposed over each cat-swapped picture. Not obstructive or anything, just neatly tucked away in the bottom right corner.
Anyway, this button is labelled “Freedom”, and when you click/tap it, your Facebook account is instantly and irrevocably deleted, without confirmation.
I quit Twitter. It’s a broken door, one that I’ve given up trying to fix.
I tried to make it work. I tried following a bunch of interesting folks. I tried unfollowing everyone but a select few. I tried lists, mutes, muffles, and blocks.
But no matter what I’ve tried, it’s just Jeep ads and harassment, outrage and snarky jokes, all the way down. Yes, I realize that roughly 65% of my personality is snarky joke. But you can only take so much, and I can barely stand myself. I don’t know what I was looking for when I originally signed up in 2009, but this isn’t it.
No, I’m not planning to replace it with Slack. I tried that, too. Not interested. They’re trying to fix a problem I don’t have by creating a problem I don’t want. Plus, they’re like one more round of VC funding away from fucking it all up.
I quit Facebook years ago, a decision I could not be happier with.
People tell me Snapchat isn’t for sending dick pics. If that’s true, I don’t understand Snapchat. Either way, no thanks.
So for now, the only social network I’m subscribed to is Instagram.
Update: I quit Instagram.
So now I’m like some kind of digital hermit. I’m reading emails and checking RSS like its 1999. If you want to get in touch, email me. If you have my number, send me a text or iMessage or whatever. If you try to FaceTime me, I’ll set your car on fire. And for fucksakes, DO NOT call me, unless someone I know is dead.