After Town Bans Flock, Councilmember Crashes Out, Proposes Internet and Phone Ban
“How many more meetings is it going to take before we understand the community didn’t vote for this? They don’t want it. How many more times are the cameras going to have to get cut down before somebody realizes it’s not worth the money?"
I bought Hoka Clifton shoes a while back because they have a reputation at being good for walking. I disagree. They’re fantastic for standing. They’re delightful for strolling. They’re sucky for covering distance, though.
The soles are just too soft. There’s no support. Scurrying a mile to make a bus connection? Plan on rolling your ankle along the way and for having achy shins. I would truly rather wear hardsoled boots for making a long or fast trip.
I’m on a bus reading “Accelerando” on a cheap Chinese ereader hacked with open source firmware. Siri in my ears periodically interrupts with a spoken summary of a Slack message from the company lawyer and I shake my head to dismiss it; I’ll be at the office soon anyway. The two guys in Patagonia vests next to me are one-upping each other with AI opinions that aren’t quite based in reality.
Just a regular commute in the Bay Area.
I was trying to remove a Li-ion battery from a thing, and accidentally got its attention. Now the enspicified pillow is sitting inside a pyrex casserole dish on my concrete driveway, far away from anything else excitable.
Today, I learned.
This weekend I’m putting together a little cyberdeck from a Raspberry Pi, a 4.3 inch screen, and a tiny keyboard and trackpad.
I’m going to start off playing with someone else’s design until I have a better idea of what I’d do differently on my own.
I’m going on a 5 mile, 20 pound ruck next weekend. That’s not terribly far or heavy, but I haven’t done it recently, and my backpack on today’s practice trip is already heavy.
I had an HSA years ago. They sent me an email today regarding my tax forms (for the year I’ve already filed my taxes for). The mail included their company logo as an attachment, but mis-named so that it’s not viewable. And when I went to the link in the email, I got a TLS error because their certificate had expired.
I’ve rarely been less confident about a legitimate email. Get your act together, WealthCare. Fintech companies don’t usually want to present themselves as amateurs.
I haven’t finished the morning commute yet and already have five p0 things to do before lunch.
So it’s gonna be that kind of day, huh.
Happy Mother’s Day, Mom. I’d give everything to be able to tell you I love you again.
Ahh, the biennial California trip to the smog check station.
It’s an inconvenience I suffer gladly, though. I have asthma. I like being able to breathe. If keeping junkers off the road means having to prove that our own vehicle is playing by the rules, then so be it.
