Wednesday, January 31st, 2018
I got a thing from Google that said “check out your site in Google Search Console and make sure it’s optimized for the best results.” Since “best results” is pretty much the last thing I want from my website I had let it go, but I clicked on it today, and in addition to a lot of fancy responsive graphs that indicate that you, dear reader, are one of a very, very, very few people who have done so, it also showed that people get here because they search for stuff.
At first, the stuff they search for seem pretty nonsensical, but when you recall that I wrote a TV column for an Atlanta weekly or two for several years (and one in Ohio before that, in my college life) and recall as well that those posts are all still faithfully preserved here in digital amber…well, then you get why people would be typing in
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It’s kind of amazing what desperate souls clacking at keys at 2 am want to find out about our world, and I can think of no better purpose for this particular piece of web real estate, so hey, have at it. Search! Find! Lose some hope! We’re a full-service establishment.
@jcburns January 30, 2018 at 5:48 pm
Came across some rags from the 1970s.
@jcburns January 26, 2018 at 11:18 pm
About the foreign press booing at Davos:
The press’s job is to report, not react. That said, forms of unified protest when reporters can’t do their jobs (can’t report) is legit. Walk out. Write about it. Booing just turns you into the audience —something the press should never be.
@jcburns January 26, 2018 at 11:17 pm
If you’re a journalist or academic and you’re about to write the phrase “difficult to overstate,” step away from the keys and breathe and DO NOT DO IT. #lamewriting
@jcburns January 26, 2018 at 6:50 pm
Finally took the desktop machine up to High Sierra (10.13.3) from now-ancient El Capitan. Mostly so far so good.
@jcburns January 25, 2018 at 4:38 pm
Cup of pixels?
@jcburns January 25, 2018 at 4:15 pm
@brentsimmons my father in law half-seriously wondered if this measured tuberculosis levels.
@jcburns January 24, 2018 at 5:30 pm
Ah, the Plaza.
@jcburns January 23, 2018 at 9:12 am
Stay on target.
@jcburns January 22, 2018 at 5:51 pm
Ready dissolve 3. Dissolve. #gvg300
@jcburns January 22, 2018 at 5:17 pm
Airplane, birds, tree.
@jcburns January 21, 2018 at 2:15 pm
More important now than ever. #activism
@jcburns January 18, 2018 at 10:32 pm
When Dean offered lifetime hosting via Textdrive, I signed up and wrote a big check. Spoiler alert: there’s no such thing as lifetime hosting. Daring Fireball: Dean Allen
Thursday, January 18th, 2018
Something about having an inch or two of snow outside (which, living in Atlanta, used to be thought of as more of a rare occurrence than we do now) helps me get into a frame of mind at the early parts of the year where I see the passage of time in the technology around me, in our home, in how often we hear (or no longer hear) from friends and loved ones.
It was this way, then it became that way, and now it is some other way. An evolution. And yet, because I have some (I hope benign) hoarding tendencies, the first or second way may still literally be on the shelves around me—old notebooks, obsolete computers, storage (CDs! zip drives! videotape!) iDevices, and—books, oh my, the books that provide a soft-focus background to my life and a quick hit of comfort when I yank one off the shelf, (literally) blow the dust off of it, and thumb through a few pages.
Yep, that’s what was in there. What a fine book. Boy, the cover is fading in the sunlight. I wonder if I can get it as an epub or pdf to weightlessly carry around with me when we travel?
Because as nice as the books are as background, touchstone, and illustration, they have weight—literally. Moving a box filled with them is a sad chore. They may “give me joy” in the moment, but would simplifying my life offer more pleasure?
I am less and less seduced by the newest and the greatest, mostly because the pretty new and pretty great stuff I have now is not falling apart and not falling behind and yeah, still does the work I need to do in the infrequent moments when there is technological work to be done.
I have an in-house web page that tells me exactly how old—in years or days—our stuff, be it camera or iPad or water heater—is. The day we got it, what we paid for it, how much that works out to be in cents per day.
I marvel at how old the screens I stare at or the keys I click are in some cases. And in other cases, I see a warning flag—that thing’s gonna go bust in the next six months, I can just tell. Prepare the appropriate credit card. Scan the many evaluative words online. Have some notes toward a purchase decision at the ready.
And then look out again at the snow.
@jcburns January 18, 2018 at 2:36 pm
#coffee grounds on the compost heap (with a Brussels Sprout leaf or two) in a snowy #atlanta.