I wrote this on Twitter about Twitter a couple of nights ago:
This is a pretty little hate machine.
Outrage packaged and presented as gifts.
Kindness and hope pushed out to the edges.
Teetering on the edge of a cliff.
Our thoughts and cares and dreams were once here.
Now we rage into an abyss.
This morning, John Gruber posted this.
I sense a theme here.
Updated my Now page. Check it out if you want to know where my head and time are at these days.
This is, perhaps, the most buried lede I’ve ever come across. Just when you think they’ve told the story behind the story, they drop a bomb about 5 minutes in. Amazing.
Scenes from a morning hike with my friend Matthew…
Well, did she make you cry
Make you break down
Shatter your illusions of love?
And is it over now, do you know how?
Pick up the pieces and go home
— Fleetwood Mac, Gold Dust Woman
Beatrix: “This is just not my day.”
B: “I didn’t wake up to my alarm.”
Me: “What woke you up then?”
B: “My second alarm.”
… The only thing better than having a plan is having a backup plan.
259: Restoration with Patrick Rhone – Systematic
Really great talk with Brett Terpstra this morning.
You have no idea how much time I spend these days thinking about wood. 🤔 💭