Audible bell. Not a sensible default, in the sense that it grates on my senses. First thing I do is rush headlong into Terminal.app’s preferences and change it to Visual bell. Can be found via Settings > Advanced.
Really? Advanced?
This American Life, unsurprisingly, timed the release of “Mr. Daisey and the Apple Factory” perfectly in light of all the attention the tech media is lavishing upon the Consumer Electronics Show (CES).
I love new technology as much as the next geek, but it is easy to lose sight of what goes into putting those new, shiny objects in our hands year after year.
As is wont for This American Life, they have produced a well-spun yarn that tackles a difficult issue from a variety of angles. Well worth the listen.
James does not yet grasp the traditions associated with New Year’s Eve. Such as staying awake.
Sat our boy James down in front of my iPad with some black and white patterns, which he loves. Didn’t take long for him to learn how swipe the screen and change the image. James is 20 days old.
A decade has passed since I left the newspaper business and probably not a day too soon. As The Wire taught us, the newspaper industry in its current form is dying and many of the existing jobs therein are withering along with it.
In my journalistic heyday, I was writing tens of thousands of words per week. It was easy and I was good at it. In the immortal words of Biggie, however, “Things done changed.”
Writing is still part of my day-to-day life. I write at work. I write, perhaps too often, on Twitter. I write more emails than I care to think about. Despite all this writing, I find it more difficult with each passing day to formulate coherent thoughts and put those thoughts to paper/screen.
The only way I know to rectify this issues is to write. To push through the malaise and bang out content. That is where this site comes into play.
This site has existed, in some form or another, for nearly seven years. It started with the now-defunct The Meyer Files, which was created to keep our families in the loop after my wife and I moved 1,500 miles and a way-of-life away. The site meandered aimlessly for seven years and this is what it has become. Pointless, egotistical and not worth saving.
That needs to change. I need to be proud of what is posted here. I need to believe it has value. We all need that. To believe that what we do matters. That we matter.
Writing is something I once loved and the modern miracles of technology and a free society have given me the perfect vehicle with which I can rekindle that flame. A platform if not an audience.
Have said all that, here is what I hope to accomplish going forward:
Please bear with me as I set things up. I have some infrastructure issues to tackle before I get down to writing on a regular basis. Thanks for your patience and please check back soon and often!
