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“Sometimes — or a lot of times,” I hedged, “when people think about environment and climate news, they think about doom and gloom. What, if anything, makes you feel optimistic these days?”
There was a long pause. An almost uncomfortable stretch of silence. Finally, Amy spoke.
“I will be totally honest and say, I think there is something about that question — nothing personal — but this is a question that we’re asking ourselves over and over again in a world that I think deserves a little bit of pushback.”
I still have the recording from that interview. The moment when Amy said “nothing personal,” I can hear myself murmur and gulp. I gulped! I remember feeling nervous to hear her answer. I was surprised she was going off-script, and unsure where we were headed next.
“I think optimism and hope are important things to have,” she conceded. “But I also worry about that frame, because I think that there’s a way that we — especially people who are living in relative comfort and relatively privileged societies — focus a lot on how bad the news makes us feel, and how we need something good to make us feel better.”
At this point, I’d stopped typing. I trusted the recording and just listened to Amy’s words.
“It’s a totally valid question — but I also feel like I’m getting asked it so many times,” she continued. “I think we need to be focused much more on what we are going to do. What are we doing? Let the doing — the action, and the solutions-building — be the thing that brings us hope. You get optimistic by doing the work.”
There’s considerable correlation quality between optimism and hard work.
Tracking every single song I listen to seems to be a habit I built a long time ago and can't seem to shake.1 My tracking tool of choice continues to be last.fm.
I recently stumbled across this site that downloads your entire history of tracks and presents the data with some seriously fun charts and graphs.
You can look at mine if you aren't a last.fm user yourself. I could stare at the race chart all day.
Other similar habits include tracking my steps and tracking the beers I drink. ↩
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I have loved listening to Giant Steps since college, but never knew why so many musically-literate people love this album. I just liked it because it sounds good.
This is the first video that explained the circle of fifths in a way that made me want to learn more about music theory.
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I was totally sobbing by the end of this beautifully illustrated version of Danny Fenster, an American journalist who was arrested for months in Myanmar for the crime of... uh, journalism.
One of the big things I took away from his story was how he trained himself to embrace boredom. I really should try to get into meditation.
When life gives you two feet of snow, make a snow fort with your family
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Is there anything more punk than spending your snowy Sunday listening to The Rezillos, piling up a mountain of snow, and digging a big hole into it, just because it's fun and makes you happy?
Yeah, I'm really proud of this igloo, we kicked butt on it.
Next time, we'll make the roof higher and the room bigger to accommodate two adults and two kids.
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This is a great list, saving this for later.
Another item I’d add to it is this aspect ratio calculator. I’ve used it for years to help me figure out dimensions for cropping photos for use with social media.
Come to think of it… these one-off generators are incredibly trivial for coding agents to whip together. I should host a bunch of my own. 🧐
Curation was once something we did for ourselves, a ritual that shaped our taste and gave us joy. I worry that in our rush toward convenience, algorithms, and now AI agents, we’re letting go of that agency piece by piece. Maybe what we need isn’t smarter technology to choose for us, but the space and intention to start curating again — for ourselves, on our own terms.
I’ve been aggressively curating my digital gardens lately.
I used to hit “shuffle all” on my music library and cringe at roughly half of the songs.
Lately, there’ve been consecutive days of listening on shuffle where I don’t skip a single song. And often, I pull up my phone to see who the artist is.
The more I curate, the happier I am.
Cull, weed, curate, clean... all synonyms for the same thing. Do the work, reap the benefits.
How childhood wiring impacts adult life, in 90 minutes | Becky Kennedy: Full Interview
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I found Dr. Becky's definition of a boundary very helpful:
Boundaries are what we tell someone we will do, and they require the other person to do nothing.
To illustrate this point, she talks about her son getting in an elevator and pressing all the buttons.
In the first example, she says to her son before getting in the elevator: "Don't press all the elevator buttons! It's annoying and disrespectful to other people."
Her son then goes ahead and presses them all anyway.
She points out that saying "my kid doesn't respect my boundaries" here is actually wrong, because she never set a boundary. She made a request.
In the second example, she says, "When we get in the elevator, I'm going to stand between you and the buttons. And even if you lunge for them, I will stop you." Then she'd actually physically be ready to block him.
That's a real boundary: she's telling him what she will do, and it doesn't require him to do anything.
On a similar note: saying "we don't do X" actually gives away your authority. The stronger language is "I'm not going to let you do that."
When you make requests and call them boundaries, you are giving away your power. A true boundary restores your power and protects your connection because you (theoretically) end up not yelling out of frustration.