Geek & Mild
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Frank Chimero – No New Tools
I made an agreement with myself in January: no new apps on my phone or computer. Don’t do new stuff. Just do your work.
I love this, and strive to do the same: minimize my reliance on tools. In fact I frequently try and remove tools from my lifestyle — endeavoring to keep my process as “raw” and unbeholden as possible.
Still, I don’t work alone. I’m part of a team, and as such find myself using tools I wouldn’t otherwise be using. For instance, I would probably stick to using Notes.app if I didn’t have to also collaborate on documents.
Frank says that many of our digital tools come from the notion that our work should be done a certain way, and therefore require certain and specific tools. He makes the plea for no new tools. And I get it: we’re already inundated with tools — one-thing-well types and all-things-to-all-people types.
Thing is, we’re tool makers. It’s what sets us apart as human beings. Yeah, maybe we’ve already invented the basic tools (hammer, level, plane, etc.), but there is a still tons of opportunity for making processes faster or more pleasurable. There’s a lot of merit in the pursuit of better tools — especially as the world gets smaller and we get better at working together.
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There’s always a better way to say something.
Saying something a better way is always an option.
When saying something, look for a better way.
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Build-a-bird
Chuck has created a build your own Flappy Bird clone app that runs in the browser (and on mobile). Stupidly fun.
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Facebook should get back to their roots and focus on being the world’s address book – a platform for social graphing and networking.
Imagine if developers could create their own user networks for their apps, sandboxed on Facebook’s platform.
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How to tell if the shift key is lower case, Upper Case, or CAPS LOCK in iOS 7.1 | iMore
I’m dumbfounded that this wasn’t fixed before shipping iOS 7.1.
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21 But this I call to mind, and therefore I have hope: 22 The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; his mercies never come to an end; 23 they are new every morning; great is your faithfulness. 24 “The Lord is my portion,” says my soul, “therefore I will hope in him.” 25 The Lord is good to those who wait for him, to the soul who seeks him. 26 It is good that one should wait quietly for the salvation of the Lord. 27 It is good for a man that he bear the yoke in his youth. 28 Let him sit alone in silence when it is laid on him; 29 let him put his mouth in the dust— there may yet be hope;
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iPhone 6 Roundup: Everything We Know
MacRumor’s impressive rumor roundup for Apple’s 2014 iPhone.
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Jailbreaking for the rest of us
I just posted an article on Medium about jailbreaking the iPhone that hopefully demystifies the process a little.
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Bond.
Auto reblog (with double-meaning)
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Way to bring the Lombardi back, Seahawks. Thanks for being awesome. #celebrate48 #gohawks #WeAre12 (at CenturyLink Field)
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Fair weather
I grew up watching John Elway lead the likes of Bobby Humphrey, Steve Atwater, Karl Mecklenburg, and others to three Super Bowls in the 80’s. They lost all three — devastatingly.
The Denver Broncos were as good as you can get without being the best. So I became conditioned, even at a young age, to cheer for a team — to believe — with thick skin and strong resolve. Whether winning or losing, my team was my team.
To me, the Seahawks were always a non-issue. Back then they were in the same division as the Broncos, in the AFC West. But unlike the Raiders or Chargers, I actually liked the team from Seattle. I had family there, and liked the team colors. I also always found myself rooting for the Seahawks whenever there was another divisional game televised.
In 1998, after moving to Seattle, I watched from a distance as Elway — now with Terrell Davis, Rod Smith, Shannon Sharpe, Ed McCaffery, etc. — finally brought the Lombardi Trophy home to Denver. Apparently it took me leaving the state for the Broncos to find their way. If it wasn’t salt in the wound it was fly in the ointment.
Elway went on to retire a year later, after repeating a Championship season with another win in Super Bowl 33. Fly, ointment; normal. Go Broncos.
Then, in 2002, everything changed. The Seahawks switched conferences, and became an NFC team. That was the year I officially became a Seahawks fan. It was an easy fit, to put my learned and practiced win-or-lose support behind the local team. They hadn’t been contenders for years — if ever.
It wasn’t until the 2005 season when the Hawks made a valiant Super Bowl run that my fandom reached any sort of passionate level. They lost. Of course. And it would be a couple of years until Seattle made any impact beyond early December. But that didn’t matter. I was a die-hard; a fan-no-matter. Content, and even happy, with cheering on a losing team.
Then, slowly, things changed. John Elway returned… Then Pete Carroll was hired… Then Tim Tebow… Then Peyton Manning… Then Russell Wilson… Then this year.
Before the season started this year I told my dad that the Seahawks were going to go all the way — that they had something special. We debated whether or not Peyton could lead Denver the whole way, too. “Wouldn’t it be crazy? Could you imagine a Broncos/Seahawks Super Bowl?”
I’ve been called “conflicted”, “confused”, and “split-brained”. I love two NFL teams. But how is that possible? Don’t you have to choose one or the other? Maybe.
Or maybe I just have the capacity to be passionate about more than one. Maybe, like a parent with more than one child, it’s impossible for me to love one more than the other.
Tonight as I watched the Seahawks trounce the Broncos in Super Bowl 48, I wasn’t choosing to love one team over another. I was watching as a crazed and committed member of the 12th Man, and a dyed-in-the-wool Broncos fan. Don’t ask me to explain it.
Before the game, I sent this text to a buddy of mine: “Love my Broncos, but they’re about to run into the Hawks and get it handed to them. Just like preseason”
And that’s what happened. I watched the whole game standing up in my living room — mostly alone. I clapped, cheered, jumped, and screamed … By myself. Alone.
Whatever feeling of loss, disappointment, or frustration I may have had with the Broncos getting their butts kicked was completely overshadowed by the Seahawks finally, and definitively, earning their place in history.
So call me confused, or conflicted, or whatever. Just, whatever you do, don’t you dare call me a fair-weather fan.
I’m a 12. And I’m United in Orange. If I have a problem it’s not that I love two teams, it’s that I have no idea how to be a fan of a winning team.
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I clicked on “No Thanks” when I was presented with Tumblr’s new ToU and Privacy Policy dialog — mostly because it was there and I was curious. This was the resulting screen.
Pretty great job of being friendly and clear with an inherently unfriendly and confusing process.
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How to not fail at success
Some great advice from Jon Acuff.
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