Just a round up of the kinds of things I would’ve shared to Facebook. BTW, I’m not on Facebook, so if you leave a comment there, I may not see it.
Getting Shiggy With It
I got in my feelings earlier this week at a work off-site.
Our class instructor was my friend and co-worker, Gina, who teaches classes at Uforia in San Francisco. I fully recommend checking out one of her classes.
For the first time in over 15 years, I own a pair of sunglasses, and I’m struggling with the transition between tinted and regular glasses during the day. People who don’t wear regular glasses are so lucky that they get to take the decision to put on a pair of shades so lightly. When you wear glasses, you need to make sure you’ve got your glasses case to store your alt pair of glasses, assess whether the partial cloud cover is going to undermine your sunglasses decision, and you need to think through whether you’re going to be outside long enough to warrant taking the time to switch. By the time you’ve thought through all of these things, your lunch break is over, and you’re still holding both pairs of glasses in your hands while squinting at the sun. If you are someone who switches between regular glasses and sunglasses, let me know how you handle it.
Delete The Tweets?
A friend is thinking of deleting his tweets, and that’s gotten me thinking about deleting mine. Old tweets are a potential liability. I’ve been on Twitter for eleven years, and I’m not the same person now I was back then. I don’t think I’d want to be judged today based on who I was then. I don’t think I’ve tweeted anything offensive, but I also know what it’s like to have your words taken out of context and used against you.
The thing that holds me back is that I don’t want to contribute to the decay of the web, which is what I think the gradual breaking of links and embeds is. It isn’t as though I’m a font of a viral tweets or anything, but the persistent connections between websites was what made the World Wide Web a wonder, and I hate that it feels that is dying. Have you – or would you – delete your tweets? Let me know.
Postscript on this – I tried to go back and revisit some of last year’s “bae” tweets (you remember all the various baes, right?), and so many of them are just gone now. Just gone.
I feel like doing something like this requires a certain amount of self-possession that we could all use in life.
60 Days In, 14 Days In
Two weeks ago, a friend got me hooked on this show, 60 Days In.
It’s like Undercover Boss meets Locked Up, and I’m absolutely hooked. I’m convinced we’ll look back on this show as being on of the biggest ethical lapses in the history of TV, but in the meantime, I watch every episode swinging wildly between feelings of amusement and dread.
As I watch, I find myself doing what I do during Survivor, thinking through my strategy for winning. I know you can’t really “win jail,” but I think I could put together enough of an alliance to get me through to the end. Wait a minute – it sounds like I’m just talking about creating a gang. I would not win jail.