Welcome to my web log.
I’m a long time journaler, and it’s taken many different forms over the years. From a locked diary in my youth, to fancy, leather bound sketchbooks, to morning pages, to bullet journals, I’ve done it all. It’s rarely a daily habit, but more of a possible open space to let my mind wander and my feelings to reveal themselves.
Like many people, I have long dreamed of writing a Great Novel or creating some Very Moving series of art that really makes a big statement. That really connects with people. Problem was, I could never really figure out what I wanted to say that was so very important. I felt like I didn’t really have anything figured out yet, so how could I tell that big story? I didn’t even really know how I felt about anything, so how could I express those yet discovered feelings? (the technical term for this is that I felt “Dead Inside”).
Welcome to my notes. These are the things that I read, listened to, thought about, or saw that have stuck with me. I’m trying to figure out how to best represent sound bites from podcasts with the least amount of friction possible, so I’ll likely try out a few different things.
Me: I should really get back to learning VueJS, I haven’t built anything in a while.
I love writing. It’s not very evident from the lack of posting on this particular blog, but I write a lot, mostly by hand and mostly in a giant journal that is designed to look like the Handbook for the Recently Deceased from Beetlejuice (hey I got it in a game of white elephant a few years ago, the gift that keeps on giving).
A quiet revolution has taken place in my office.
Technology spins a tight web with our social structures—technology is born from systems and social structures already in place, enhances them and strengthens them. It is not the technology itself that creates a system, it is us.
When I first heard the word “Gamification” it is highly likely I rolled my eyes. Back then it seemed people wanted to turn everything into a game (collect 2 points for checking your bank balance woohoo!), much to the agony of actual game developers and anyone forced to collect stamps on their journey to learning their company’s new intranet.
My friend is currently at a state-required class to keep his professional license. The class is called Ethics in the Modern World. He’s a massage therapist.
Remember when we were just “web masters”? When only nerds used computers for anything other then work or typing up a book report?
I removed pagination, because it's time to let old things die.