queerlilhayseed

I bought a 5-pack of 8GB USB drives for making live USBs, many years ago it feels like, and have somehow managed to hold onto all of them. I tend to use Green and Black the most for file transfers and they have started to fail pretty regularly but I can’t throw them out, they’re a family. Funnily enough Purple, the one that got assigned “Permanent Ubuntu Live USB” duty and has seen more than its share of writes, is still rock solid.

I loved having a smartwatch, for the brief period of time I had one. They fell to (IMO) the pitfalls of being annoying to charge and being tied to massive smartphone walled gardens. After a few years my smartwatch couldn’t even hold a charge through a single day, and had lost support from the manufacturer anyway, and was hard to keep synced with my phone, and eventually the hassle became too much for it to be worth it.

But if we had a standard API for wearables that smartphone companies adhered to, and I didn’t have to charge it every night, I would love to have another smartwatch. They’re so convenient.

One of the things that really excites me about the internet is its impact on the development of language. We’re still at the very beginning of its impact, considering the timescale on which language has traditionally evolved, but I suspect that in time the advent of the internet will be considered a major inflection point in the history of language, maybe the single greatest inflection point in the history of language itself. All of a sudden, billions of people who otherwise would never have had the means to converse directly, are now able to converse directly with billions of other people all over the globe, in near real-time. I can’t really imagine how that doesn’t have a seismic impact on how human language evolves. I would love to jump forward in time a few centuries just to see how the things that are happening right now shake out in the long term.

It doesn’t sound too far off from my experience of depression. When I was in my 20’s I fully expected to be dead (one way or another) before 30 and I felt pretty blasé about it. Having 50+ more years of misery seemed intolerable by comparison. Then 30 kinda snuck up on me and things really had gotten a little bit better, so I just kept on going just to see what would happen, and have kept keeping on ever since.