Category: Musings

One of Those Nights

Arguing with sleep

Last night was one of those nights. I have one every now and then, but they’ve been fewer and farther between these last six or seven years or so. Jr korpa Dt0Y6W_A10A unsplash.

I’m referring to one of those nights when you dream you can’t fall asleep. And you keep waking up, wondering why you can’t fall asleep.

And it repeats.

And repeats.

And repeats.

Endlessly.

You hear yourself speaking to yourself with the same words. Over and over again. If I glance at the clock it feels like time stands still and I’m trying to will time to move forward.

I least I think I would call it a dream, or a nightmare. Perhaps I just couldn’t actually fall asleep. Regardless, it was a long, long night.

(Image from Jr Korpa on Unsplash.)

Adding An Item To The Bucket List

Seeing things with a different lens

We’ve been doing a lot of travel this Summer, mostly driving. Wandering down familiar roads and those not so familiar I’ve found my eye landing on old houses, old barns, and other old structures.

Some of these I’ve driven past many times before (like one pictured above). I’ve driven past it easily hundreds of times. Perhaps I’m just paying attention in a different way. Others are new to me.

Regardless, it makes me wonder what stories these structures contain. It’s also making me think that I might need to purchase a non-smartphone camera again and schedule some time to just travel and take some photos of these buildings and their stories.

So, I’m adding that to ye olde bucket list.

Fall Feelings and Cotton Candy Clouds

Changes

I think we’ve moved out of the summer heat for this year. Temperatures have cooled. Humidity and the haze from Canadian fires have been replaced with direr air and crystal blue clear skies. It feels like we’re moving into Fall.

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I’m not sure if it’s the real thing, or what some call Faux Fall. Either way I’ll take it.

Mornings are cool. Not quite crisp yet. Just cool. Midday temperatures are comfortable. And then the nights cool off again. We’ve experienced that in three different Midwest states on our travel recently.

The icing on the cake has been a steady stream of what my daughter used to call Cotton Candy Clouds.  They’ve been floating through the crystal blue skies constantly since Saturday, regardless of where we’ve been.

I’m just going to call it all pleasant. Yup. That’s the word. Pleasant.

Of course we’re bound to have a warmup again at some point before things change for good and we complain about missing Summer.

Sunday Morning Reading

Roads traveled too well

Some things defy understanding. Others appear less murky. Occasionally some hit the target. That’s why I read. That’s why I share. I’m still traveling and on the road for a bit, but there’s plenty to share in this week’s Sunday Morning Reading. Tomatoes and potatoes may be involved.

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Phillip Bump recently accepted a buyout from The Washington Post and hasn’t announced new plans yet. But he’s still writing. Glad he is. He has always been one of my favorite writers and chroniclers. Check out his latest piece Humans Didn’t Evolve To Understand Our World.

When you reach a certain age (certain is alwasy self-defined) you start looking back to the beginning and wonder what will mark the ending. Cris Andrei calls them Bookends. This piece hit the target given that I’m visiting some old haunts on this trip. Oh, and approaching a certain age (self-defined.)

Tuning out news, noise and distractions is never easy. NatashMH takes a look through the marking of Ozzy Osbourne’s passing and other recent cultural touchpoints in Fractals of Modern Life. If you don’t look too hard, all the news, noise and distractions don’t really touch or point towards much in the grand scheme of things. But are we entertained or just dulled into carrying on?

Sometimes writers write just for the fun of it. David Todd McCarty says that’s where this piece, Killing Time Waiting for Friend, came from. I need to find more of the fun of it. Anyway his piece, gave me a chuckle. I did not read it at Denny’s, although I visited one of my favorite locations of the past during my travels.

I’ve linked to and written about Cory Doctorow’s theory of enshittification quite a bit. I’m doing so again with this piece You Can’t Fight Enshittification. I don’t think it’s a question of not fighting, I think it’s a question of not knowing there was a fight to begin with.

Staying in the tech vein, I’ve been linking to Mathew Ingram and others who are talking about the demise of Google Search. Take a look at Pete Pachal’s piece, What Content Strategy Looks Like In The Age of AI. Look beyond the headline on this one.

Speaking of Mathew Ingram, you should read Social Media Didn’t Start The Fire, It Just Fanned The Flames. I agree. That said, if you drink acclerants through a firehose you’re bound to bust.

On the political beat, Jon Pavlovitz offers up Everyone Believes They’re Esssentially A Good Human Being.  Actors who play villains will always say that they look for what’s good in their evil character. It’s a form of coping. I happen to think this bunch of performance artists trying to burn down the country never bothered looking beyond the glee they take from their villainy. Apologies to real performance artists.

And to close things out on a competely different note, check out Will Dunham’s piece on the Evolutionary Origins of the Potato Revealed — and a Tomato Was Involved. Some things do defy understanding.

(Image from Mr. Abstract on Shutterstock.)

If you’re interested in just what the heck Sunday Morning Reading is all about you can read more about the origins of Sunday Morning Reading here. If you’d like more click on the Sunday Morning Reading link in the category column to check out what’s been shared on Sunday’s past. You can also find more of my writings on Medium at this link, including in the publications Ellemeno and Rome.

Sunday Morning Reading

With aging comes awareness. Or at least it should.

We’re on Lake Time this weekend, but there’s still time to share some Sunday Morning Reading. 

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Two weeks ago I shared a piece from youngster David Todd McCarty titled When I Was Old. I’m resharing it this week since I celebrated a birthday on Friday, getting one year closer to marking seven decades on this rock. Also sharing another great piece from David, called I Was Told There’d Be More.

“Scented memories.” I like those two words put together by NatashaMH in her piece, The Fragile Geometry of Becoming. 

I’ve been an Elmore Leonard fan for as long as I can remember. Anthony Lane’s Elmore Leonard’s Perfect Pitch may not be perfect, but it is damned close enough.

David Struett delivers a terrific ode to Chicago bike messengers, their culture and their jobs in Meet Chicago’s Last Bike Messengers. Here’s How They Survive.

You might notice a touch of sentimentality and reminiscing in the pieces above. Comes with the thoughts during a birthday weekend. Fair warning though that most of the links shared below are a bit darker, and yes, more political than those above. With aging comes awareness. Or at least it should.

Mathew Ingram wonders What Do We Do When The Facts Don’t Matter? I think we’re not liking what we’re finding out.

Mike Masnick’s piece Facism for First Time Founders offers the next generation a clue or two, assuming the current generation doesn’t crash it all before they get a chance to discover them.

I’ve written about the concept of enshittification in tech quite a bit. Mostly as regards the Internet. Henry Farrell and Abraham L. Newman take a look at The Enshittifcation of American Power. 

Another big contributor to enshittification is the media who increasingly seem more and more clueless and devoid of any self awareness. Charlotte Kim takes a look Inside The Media’s Traffic Apocalypse.

Speaking of things toxic and shitty, Adam Aleksic explores How Incel Language Infected The Mainstream Internet — and Brought It’s Toxicity With It. I’ve spent almost 70 years on this planet. I have no idea why guys turned into such misanthropic, self-loathing idiots.

In a world seemingly more and more intent on criminality, there are very few surprises, but there are legacies. Jessica Winter’s What I Inherited From My Criminal Great-Grandparents. Great story.

To conclude this week I’m sharing a film review by Sonny Bunch. This one of the new film Eddington. I haven’t seen the film. I plan to. Rarely does a review encourage or discourage me from seeing a film. If it’s anything like Bunch describes one way or the other I’m sure it will be worth it as it sounds like a fun, yet conflicted, summary of lots of things we’ve all been living through since 2020, and continue to do so. I’ll leave it with this quote:

The feed never stops, the algorithm never tires. There’s always more. It never ends. Just a few more videos. You can sleep later. You can never sleep, if that’s what you’d prefer. Who knows what you’ll miss when you’re asleep?

And we wonder why everyone has gone a little nuts.

If you’re interested in just what the heck Sunday Morning Reading is all about you can read more about the origins of Sunday Morning Reading here. If you’d like more click on the Sunday Morning Reading link in the category column to check out what’s been shared on Sunday’s past. You can also find more of my writings on Medium at this link, including in the publications Ellemeno and Rome.

You Can’t Break What You Never Had

You can be surprised to see what you thought was real shatter.

The one thing I hope people take away from this entire episode of our lives is that contracts, oaths, laws, constitutions, compacts, vows, etc… matter less than the character of those who swear by and agree to them.

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The only reason we have contracts, oaths, laws, constitutions, compacts, vows, etc… is because humans have always had inherit distrust in one another. We’ve stitched trust together from of words, and sometimes deeds,  to keep us together and sometimes apart. But every garment has frays and tears, as does the fabric of our lives.

Everything breaks in the end.

(Image by Daniel Tafjord on Unsplash)

You can find more of my writings on a variety of topics on Medium at this link, including in the publications Ellemeno and Rome. I can also be found on social media under my name as above.