I like the night life baby
"You may tire of me as our December sun is setting
'Cause I'm not who I used to be..."

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I need to get back to a time before texts were used for important, stateful communications, i.e., with a document or list attached that I’ll need to refer back to at some point in the future, by which time I’ll have to scroll back through N pages of fluff, and past M pages of other people’s threads in my Messages app, even to find the thread with the fluff prefacing the relevance.
If only there were some other, ubiquitous electronic communications medium, optimized for document attachment and managing state, maybe one that has been around for 50 years or so, with a wide variety of desktop and mobile interfaces to streamline tracking and search, featuring built-in, robust junk filtering and convenient linkage to popular calendar applications. Boy, that’d be nice to have.
At work, they are pushing this new “collaboration” app that is just this - a pile of disorganized individual and group chats with attachments and document versioning. Finding anything important is like looking at a big pile of cables - one that fills a full crate - and looking for the crossover.
So they are publishing these little vignettes of employees and how they are utilizing the fabulous new tool to improve their work and become more efficient. A young woman from that “special” office (that has all the cool stuff and lunch brought in once a week and I can’t get a fucking pen or notepad) tells a story about how she was able to reach out to all of her project team members through the app, asking if they had any agenda items for the day’s meeting. And since they didn’t, she was able to cancel the meeting and recover an hour for other tasks.
And this was presented as a new, inventive way of utilizing this new app.
Fucking brilliant…
“The pattern of his pro-Putin, pro-Russia, anti-FBI, anti-intelligence community actions are so one-sided, and the lies and obfuscation surrounding every single Russian meeting and conversation are so consistent, that if this president isn’t actually hiding a massive conspiracy, it means the alternative is worse: America elected a chief executive so oblivious to geopolitics, so self-centered and personally insecure, so naturally predisposed to undermine democratic institutions and coddle authoritarians, and so terrible a manager and leader, that he cluelessly surrounded himself with crooks, grifters, and agents of foreign powers, compromising the national security of the US government and undermining 75 years of critical foreign alliances, just to satiate his own ego.”
The same things that always have held me back:
Perfect for what I want to eat but not what I should eat:
IMHO, one of the best guitar solos ever recorded.
Convince me otherwise.
I would say I believe in karma, but not in a religious or strict philisophical sense. I know there has been some rumbling around with this Blog-A-Day post with regards to cultural or religious appropriation, but let’s look at karma as more of generic concept. A word that may have been appropriated to the English language, but the concept I’m speaking of is something that I believe is truly universal.
Live your life well. Treat others with respect, love and charity. If you do, you will receive the same from those around you. If you don’t, it will eventually come back to haunt you.
If you are a good person, people will be good to you. If you are an asshole, you may get away with it for a while. Someday, it will catch up to you. This is not some sort of Devine retribution. It’s just simply human beings finally having enough of you.
You can lie for only so long before they lies begin to collapse.
You can cheat, but you will be eventually caught.
You can be selfish or self-righteous and soon people will just get sick of your shit.
Money and power can shield you. Some for quite awhile. But not forever.
My father was the greatest example of someone who exemplified good “karma”. No matter what, he was always there for you. He impacted so many lives for the better - all without fanfare or grandstanding. In fact, the attendance for his memorial service is still the record for over 30 years running at the church. He wasn’t a famous politician, a top executive or world renowned thinker. We lived in a modest middle-class home in the Western Suburbs of Chicago and he was an inside sales rep for a heavy equipment parts supplier. If that isn’t good karma, I don’t know what is.
Which is why I try every day to live up to his example. It’s hard - I can’t even hold a candle to him. But I give it my best shot.
@bestoftheseekwill, I whipped together a template for tracking wedding invites that’s less flashy than the custom site I built for my brother but it’s still pretty functional. ( @firelogsandfuel I know you’re at the wire already, but in case you’re curious.) Feel free to use and/or share, and let me know if there are features you wish it did but it doesn’t do. It’s always fun to problem solve. XD