I'm wondering if you have any #thoughts on the "#Web#Environment#Integrity" proposal by some #Google folks. I wrote a short thread about it, but would be interested in hearing your thoughts before reading it (if you do read it - I'm not demanding it 😀 ).
That isn't to say that people don't act in problematic ways, but when it comes to creating a better world, we have to change the way systems operate in order to see change in people at scale.
I want to try the digital #Zettelkasten method to organize my #thoughts. It's not so much to enhance #productivity but to gain a deeper understanding and organic growth over time. I have heard people using #Obsidian#NoteTakingApp for it. Are there any tips or other apps to check out?
My autistic grandfather dutifully cared for his wife (the grandmother I never got to meet) at the end of her fight with breast cancer.
Grandma Mary really wanted marijuana joints to cope with her pain, but the doctors only permitted her to use morphine (this was in the late 1970's). She couldn't administer it to herself so my grandfather injected it into her veins for her.
He told me this story one summer day when I was over at his apartment with my father. I was 10 years old at that time .
What prompted the story was grandpa Bill giving us a tour of his tackle box. I saw a syringe next to the rubber worms, and I asked what it was for. He explained that the fake worms injected with air made them seem life like to the fish, they'd wriggle about in the water, and were more likely to get a bite.
Then, he paused and told the story of that needle, and what it was originally for. After grandma Mary died, he kept all those remnant from that time, and everything seemed to have a repurpose . I watched him grimace as he took the morphine syringe in his hand and he angrily snapped it in two, and threw it away.
That was the first time I ever seen the gentle man look angry, actually, full of rage.
Only now, as I lay here in the hospital bed, after having a dose of Dilaudid, as the burning hot pain relief sears through my veins and breaks open my weary heart. I feel my grandmother, and I didn't have to meet her, to begin to feel her pain.
I feel grandpa's pain too. Repurposing the hurtful memories, the tools we are are actually given , when what we needed was something totally different. The autistic tendency to survive and "make due" with rampant unfairness.
The thing is, I like it here w/in the Fediverse. Perfect, no, but what is? I’m not one to quickly jump ship or to try different platforms simultaneously, especially when you know who owns/runs them. That actually sounds repulsive & time consuming. Being here has slowly started to change how I feel about social media for the better, & that’s a good thing. 🙂 #thoughts#fediverse
Because i set my #gentoo pc to be #wayland only without X. . . i felt need to have strong alternative to word processor.
Now i think #minimal environment can be really useful. Not having access to libreoffice forces me to find decent replacement for everyday life doc writing.
Ofc. i could go easy way and install word processor on old laptop ... but that means no real gain... without need, or any other motivation it's hard to learn anything.
Remember, starting at the bottom (of a new job/career/hobby) is often the best way to learn something new, whether you are 20, 80, or something else. I started over twice—once at 40 & again at 42. While I enjoy the job I have now, there’s more I’d like to do, given the chance. #life#thoughts#learning#hope#job
Fell down the rabbit hole of finding some new people to follow. The joy of discovering new accounts because of a boost of another is kinda great. Life doesn’t always permit the time to leisurely browse, but today it did.
Was watching a movie last night. It showed a bunch of female friends sitting around, drinking wine, having funny and deep conversations, laughing and general conviviality. Had to ask myself: Is this really a thing for most women or another Hollywood trope that doesn't really exist? I'd really like to know. #thoughts
When I started an acct on the Fediverse back in Nov '22, I gave updates on what I thought, beginning with a 24 hr update, I had given up all social media awhile back, so all of this was new to me. I still have no other social media.This may be annoying, if it is, forgive me, mute/block me, whatever.
24 hrs in a new server/migration:
The positives: The character count, I like 4000. I think many other servers have more than 500 at this point, which is what I was used to.
The negatives: I'm stumbling through things. The antenna feature to "follow hashtags," right now, I'll pass. While its supposedly more intuitive, I liked them being integrated in to my home TL. I am using the PWA "app" but am still not receiving notifications (I re-inabled them). My posts did not follow, as they were supposed to. All of the words I had muted, which made my feed even more enjoyable, are back.
Current take away: Changing servers sucks. Some of it may be operater error, I fully claim this. However, I cannot be the minority that likes what they like. I still plan to go back to a Mastodon server, while nothing is perfect, it's what I am familiar with that resonates most.
Change servers with caution if you are someone who likes routine & "knowing what you know," if not, change with abandon!
Perhaps I will grow to love this place, actually I would ❤️ nothing more, but as of today, 29 days & counting. #calckey#mastodon#migration#thoughts
Time to start looking for a new instance. Hopefully I can find somewhere that accepts humourous posts as well as somewhere suitable for a love of art, animals, nature, stories amongst whatever other interesting things I've had the pleasure of discovering & boosting over the past several months.
If anyone has any suggestions, they'd be most welcome.
I love updates.
Software updates. Newsletters. Blog posts. New emails. Physical letters in the mail. Service announcements. RSS feed refreshes.
New info edits on forum or general posts online. Manga and comic updates/new releases.
I just love when I get some new bit of info on something I'm following.
Also I just love getting mail that is nice, from friends or online orders or postcards.
Sometimes I forget that on such an amazing planet with over 2 million amazing species that we're the ONLY ones lucky enough to have to work a job to live on it.
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