The world of social media advertising is a nightmare. The tooling that these companies (Meta, X, Google, TikTok) expect you to use is inscrutable, buggy, and full of dark patterns. No wonder the companies which make this their business can charge so much to help.

I probably won’t be adding this to the library anytime soon.

I don’t know if I mentioned it here but Deathless has finally launched. Buy a t-shirt, please!

This Lent, I’m trying to get back to blogging and the universe around Indieweb/Smallweb projects. Letting my creative juices flow a bit more. It’s been great to discover MelonLand and 32bit.cafe among others.

I hit a major goal this morning. I got my weight below 200 for the first time since I was 15 years old. Just in time for my 50th birthday.

If you have access to PBS Masterpiece, perhaps through Prime Video, please watch the show RFDS. It does a great job of using the medical drama formula to tell some great character stories. The acting is excellent across the board.

A while back, I built a little toy to help people have fun and do some introspection: StoicBard It combines the language of Shakespeare with a Stoic outlook. Answer five questions about what you’re thinking and get a bit of advice.

I went to an early morning Mass. It was as full as the Sunday Mass I went to yesterday. Entire families, older couples, people clearly dressed to head to work. There’s a hunger for the hope that Jesus gives us. Sure, it’s Advent season but something else is happening. You feel it and so do I.

My strongest recommendation that you watch the movie Ghostlight (2024). I watched this movie a couple of weeks ago. It has stuck with me in a way few movies do. Some of that is that I do theater and it’s sort of about theater. But, it’s really more about families (both natural and found) and grief and finding a way forward. It’s a small and quiet and introspective film but hits on some nearly universal human experience. Highly recommended but be warned that you will probably cry multiple times.

It’s May Day (May 1) which in Irish is called “Lá Bealtaine” and often is seen as the beginning of Summer. This song, Samradh Samradh (Summer, Summer), is an ancient Irish song celebrating summer’s arrival. You can read a translation of the lyrics here.

There’s nothing inherently wrong with Discord. I actually love it. But, I love it too much. It was a huge time sink whose payoff didn’t make sense anymore.

Is the Xcode Simulator the only way to build iOS apps? Is there no faster feedback loop?

It’s an awful experience. The networking fails most of the time. I have to restart it repeatedly.

This is what a multi-billion dollar company expects engineers to use?

This album by Virgil Shaw is criminally unknown. Yes, it’s over 20 years old. Trust me.

music.youtube.com/playlist

I’ve been trying hard not to get involved in the day to day, “OMG! Did you see?!” of the current political circus. Instead, I’ve been trying to look at it from a slightly removed strategy and tactics perspective to understand more of the metagame so to speak.

It’s not easy to have that distance.

Seems like it’s probably time to revisit this little site.

These Ticketmaster assholes:

There’s a very subtle detail at the end of the recent All Quiet on the Western Front which absolutely hammers home the horror of war and World War I specifically.

Parvenu: derogatory a person of obscure origin who has gained wealth, influence, or celebrity. From the French, meaning “arrived.”

Such a perfect word.

Getting very excited about my 4x5 Calumet CC-401 that’ll be here next week. Finally making an ill-advised and naive jump to large format film photography. That sentence is longer than a description of what I know about photography.

It’ll be fun to learn and experiment!

I gave ChatGPT a prompt to write a one-act play. This is what it came up with:

The Prompt: Write a one-act play in the style of Samuel Becket based on the idea that our world might be a simulation.

Title: The Simulation

Setting: A bare stage with a single spotlight illuminating a lone figure in the center, dressed in a tattered suit and holding a piece of paper.

Characters: The Figure

The Figure enters the stage and stands in the center of the spotlight, looking around as if lost. He speaks to himself in a monotone voice.

Figure: Is this it? Is this all there is? A bare stage, a single spotlight, and nothing else? Am I alone here? Or are there others, like me, trapped in this simulation?

The Figure pauses and looks down at the paper in his hand.

Figure: It says here that our world might be a simulation. A computer program created by beings far more advanced than us. A virtual reality that we are all trapped in, unable to escape.

The Figure crumples the paper and throws it aside.

Figure: But what difference does it make? Whether this is real or not, it’s all we have. We might as well make the best of it.

The Figure begins to pace back and forth, his movements slow and deliberate.

Figure: Maybe that’s the point. Maybe the simulation was created to see how we would react. To test our resilience and creativity in the face of adversity. To see if we can find meaning in a world that may not even be real.

The Figure stops pacing and looks up at the invisible audience.

Figure: But how do we know what’s real and what’s not? How do we know if we’re making a difference or just playing a predetermined role in a script?

The Figure begins to laugh, a hollow and bitter sound.

Figure: Maybe we’re all just actors, performing for an audience that doesn’t even exist. Maybe this is all just a cruel joke, a cosmic prank on an unsuspecting species.

The Figure falls to his knees and stares up at the spotlight.

Figure: But even if that’s true, even if our world is nothing more than lines of code and algorithms, we still have the power to make choices. To create our own stories, to find our own meaning.

The Figure stands up and faces the invisible audience once again.

Figure: So let them watch. Let them see what we’re made of. Let them see that even in a simulated world, we can still find joy and love and purpose.

The Figure walks towards the edge of the stage, the spotlight following him.

Figure: Maybe this is all just a simulation. But maybe, just maybe, it’s a simulation worth living.

The Figure steps off the stage and the spotlight fades to black.

From a publishing executive in this article about the merger of Random House and Simon & Schuster: “Yes. We invest every year in thousands of ideas and dreams, and only a few make it to the top. So I call it the Silicon Valley of media. We are angel investors of our authors and their dreams, their stories. That’s how I call my editors and publishers: angels.”

Will Ferrell plays himself playing his Elf character. Ryan Reynolds plays himself because that’s his only skill. It’s a musical and the music is so forgettable, you won’t even remember how many songs there are. None of the leads are good singers so the songs are boring. The whole movie is too busy making jokes about itself to actually have any real momentum. There are exactly three jokes in the movie but you will get to hear them 5 or 6 times each. The dancing numbers are big and impressive but so weighed down by someone’s odd obsession with tap dancing that it almost feels like a clogging festival. Weirdly self-referential direction and writing and acting weighs down a well-trodden story before mediocre songs fatigue the viewer in the first act.

The folks behind MusicBrainz which can identify digital music files through fingerprinting are working on BookBrainz. Early days yet with around 37,000 works listed. An open database of books that has the attention to detail that MusicBrainz does is exciting.

The challenge I see is that MusicBrainz core value is the ability to identify a song/track by fingerprinting the actual file content. That’s separate from what a human claims the track is. That sort of thing won’t work with books because there’s no file or asset for them to fingerprint. So, it becomes another user-generated list of things. It’ll have all the problems that exist in that world which sites like Wikipedia have dealt with for decades.

It feels a little like “yet another site trying to catalog the world.” I’m biased having worked for Wikipedia but I’d love for there to be higher collaboration between these groups. The folks at Internet Archive work closely with the folks at Wikipedia. It might be more successful for BookBrainz to connect with Wikidata and/or Wikisource instead of building their own collection.

I don’t intend that Wikimedia should “have it all” but collaboration and data sharing between these groups is where real magic could happen.

The universe will poke you every once in a while. It just wants to make sure you’re paying attention. On the way to school this morning, I was telling my son a story about his grandfather. The story wasn’t particularly deep or meaningful. Just a story you tell your kids so they maybe learn a little about you and their grandparents.

As soon as I dropped him off, Peter Gabriel’s cover of “The Book of Love” by The Magnetic Fields came on the radio. The song is almost certainly not about being a parent but I believe that Gabriel’s sings with him on it in many of the live versions.

Anyway, my Dad passed away around this time several years ago. This morning between that story coming up and this song coming on, the universe poked me not so gently to remind me not to forget.

There’s a lot to unpack in this sentence. It’s said by a character we aren’t sure if we are supposed to like. Does the author put in this character’s mouth to portray false profundity? Does he do it because it might redeem the character to the reader? Does the character understand the challenge of this sentence?

Wonderfully complex writing hiding in plain sight.

The simple depth of those who are close to the edges of existence.

From Trust by Hernan Diaz