The next e-reader I get isn't going to be one of these.
Sometimes, just sometimes, you gotta let a professional deal with things. Case in point: flaky internet service.
When a Tweeter considers exiting.
Something is not "artificial" because of its means of production, but if the act of producing it, in whatever form, goes against your inner convictions.
Good thing I set aside all that money for PC upgrades, right?
Reflections on something like 25 years of blogging.
A new flatbed scanner joins my in-home digital creation arsenal.
New year, new PC upgrade.
Upgrade time. Not the best time for it, either.
My newly uncrated Dell notebook, and my general unease about anything brand spanking new.
I never want to make the argument that we should refrain from making things easier as some kind of hedge against mediocrity.
A new notebook computer enters my hands, and once again I'm boggled by progress.
Like most of you, I'm "sheltering in place" -- which is actually not all that different from what I already do. The difference is that now I don't have a choice.
When tech works it's a wonderful thing. The rest of the time... (Self-written blog software edition.)
Toying with Pelican, Nikola, and other static site generators.
How PCs become trash accumulators that rival any closet, garage, crawlspace, or basement.
I go through keyboards the way other people go through pencils.
How Ray Bradbury saw a cellphone-addicted future. No, not in that book about book-burning.
Once again: Whatever it is we're designing our world for, it isn't the human being.
Blogging never "died"; it's just become harder to see. But it's as crucial as ever.
On media both social and antisocial.
On Twitter as a case study in technical non-solutions to social problems.
On making something new from a whole lot of somethings old.
These past couple of days have been a cavalcade of non-stop technical and mechanical failure.
More on the de-boob-tubing of my life.