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This surprised me this afternoon.

I have a deep hatred for the algo-driven feed. I use Twitterrific to get my tweets in chronological order but there isn’t a good 3rd party app to use for Instagram.

This seems like an okay compromise. I hate that they won’t just let me see what I want in the order it was posted, but maybe I’m less mad if they still show me everything? I dunno. We’ll see.

This video purports to be some late-night rascals climbing to the top of a new office building here downtown. And then they climb to the top of the big crane they’re using on the site.

No, thank you.

I’ll wish you a great weekend with one of my favorite Instagram accounts. 100% worth a follow if you’re into deep etymology.

BRITTLE BREAD Behold the attached picture of outright depravity, a BROTHEL. This inconspicuous word is actually rather useful in understanding a cluster of related words in English and looking into some lost words too. . A BROTHEL is a shortening of a 'brothel-house' where a brothel itself is a wretched and depraved person. The word was originally an adjective, meaning 'degenerative' or 'corruptive', such adjectives are formed from certain verbs + an -el or -le suffix meaning 'prone to ___'. These words were replaced by Latin '-ative', English could have had '*SPEAKLE' from Old English 'sprǣcol', but replaced it with 'talkative'. In this case BROTHEL, though not attested directly in any Old English texts, is from the verb 'brēoþan', (reconstructed as '*BREETHE' by analogy to 'SEETHE'); to deteriorate or fall apart. Much like the Western world now. . Another example of these adjectives, and one which is still in current use, is 'BRITTLE', this time from a related verb 'bryttian', meaning prone to BRIT, shatter or break into pieces. Icelandic 'brytja' and Swedish 'bryta' share this same word. In Beowulf, recalling the role of a king, Scyld Sceafing is described as a 'bēagbrytta', someone who 'brits', distributes, divides or dispenses (literally breaks apart) rings. This word survived into Middle English as a 'BRET', a dispenser, but there's no reason a vending machine cannot be a '*sellbret'. . From this same root of breaking, crushing and disintegrating is the verb 'to BRUISE', originally to break or crack. But quite strange is how this meaning is unique for English yet the 'crack' became metaphorical, German 'brausen' and Swedish 'brusa' mean 'to roar' (German takes it further where it is slang for driving fast), and Norwegian 'brosa' is a storm. . Further yet, there is still speculation over the source of 'BREAD' which may be related either to 'BREW', or perhaps the above words, it may have merged the two early forms together. This word shares its roots and meaning with Latin 'frustrum', a scrap or small bit of food, something broken off. . Sometimes we need to look at what is broken and look to the source before it became that way. .

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This pen is the third thing I’ve ever funded on Kickstarter. It’s really really nice. Dead-silent click mechanism, juuust long enough to be usable but still small enough to disappear into a pocket.

Machine Era is a Richmond Va machine shop that is best known for their metal wallets. They made my (current) favorite pen, so I didn’t hesitate to back the campaign.

The makerset brand is an offshoot of Machine Era where they focus on writing instruments. I’m excited to see where they go.

On this day, March 28 of the year 845, a huge Viking fleet attacked Paris. They were led by chieftain Ragnar (Reginherus in Frankish sources), who is traditionally identified as the legendary Ragnar Lothbrok. Ragnar's fleet, consisting of 120 Viking ships carrying thousands of men, reached Paris after having defeated the French army trying to stop them along the river Seine. After plundering and occupying Paris, the Vikings withdrew when they had been paid a huge ransom of 2570 kilograms (5665 lbs) of silver and gold from Charles the Bald, the French king. The attack is believed to be an act of revenge since Ragnar had been given land and the favor of the king 4 years earlier. The king had betrayed him and Ragnar had lost the land. What goes around comes around. #viking #whatgoesaroundcomesaround #grimfrost

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Way back in the early 2000’s I signed up for all of the new social media sites I could find. It was fun to see what kinds of different features they offered and I wanted to lock down my preferred username. Facebook, at the time, was limited to users with a .edu email address so I couldn’t get in. It always bugged me and so, when they opened it up to everyone, I passed. I was definitely the “no, I’m not on Facebook” guy.

I didn’t get on Facebook until December of 2012. My oldest daughter was going to turn 13 and I figured I would need to be able to answer questions and provide guidance on the biggest social network. For a while it was a good time. It was where all of the people were and I had fun trying to find long-forgotten people from my past.

My daughter, funny enough, wanted nothing to do with Facebook. It was for old people. Instagram and Twitter were all she cared about but I hung on to Facebook because I was having a good time. It was a one stop shop for all of my various hobbies and interests.

In 2015, as the machinations of US Presidential politics began, my Facebook good times turned bad. All of the bitching and complaining that dominated political discussions started to seep into other areas of my interest. There wasn’t anywhere on Facebook that was worth hanging out for me because it was all bad vibes everywhere. After the election, things didn’t improve and those bad vibes were working their way into me, personally.

For 2018 I decided to limit my Facebook time to the first day of every month. My plan was to pop in, see what I missed, offer many Thumbs Up, and then bounce until the following month. I made a brief exception for the day after my birthday so I could say thanks for all of the well-wishes.

And now all of this Cambridge Analytica bullshit is breaking. It’s like, I didn’t want to be on Facebook in the first place but now you’re telling me that all of my potential privacy concerns have become Worst Case Scenarios? Fuck that.

So I’ve disabled my account. Deactivated? Whatever the non-Delete word is, I’ve done that. I’m going to give it a couple of months to see if I cool off about it or see if they make substantial changes about their approach to my data.

Confluence! This Dan Cohen post talks about a microtrend that I’m happy to be a part of.

“…the salad days of “blog to reflect, tweet to connect” are gone. Long gone. Over the last year, especially, it has seemed much more like “blog to write, tweet to fight.” Moreover, the way that our writing and personal data has been used by social media companies has become more obviously problematic—not that it wasn’t problematic to begin with.

Which is why it’s once again a good time to blog, especially on one’s own domain.”

I’ve had a nice little posting run here lately and I’m a super-fan of having my own domain.

h/t kottke