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In today’s post, Seth Godin captures something that I’ve been thinking about but have had trouble communicating well:

When someone makes an obvious mistake, it’s tempting to label them with a term that’s dismissive or even hurtful. A label is permanent, a noun, a way to sort and divide.

Labels have a dehumanizing effect.

Rolled out some Micro.blog improvements to uploads on the web today. For example, if AI is enabled there are auto-generated accessibility descriptions for photos, and now you can edit the description without first needing to use it in a post. Plus some more UI tweaks for uploads.

My son has had the worst luck with his car. A few weeks ago, broke down driving back from Arizona… after having it checked out at a mechanic. New radiator and other work in New Mexico. Now today, a similar problem out in the Texas hill country.

Try to be nice, but always be kind.

The world is full of darkness. So much is going wrong. Experts agree that America has succumbed to right-wing authoritarianism; call it fascism or something else, these are extraordinarily difficult times. This post is a break from all of that. At least kind of. In this pie...

All the broken pecan shells are in one spot under the tree. Must be some happy squirrels living here.

I have a Canadian partner on the radiofreeameri.ca project, a founder of Tucows, who I've known for decades, Ross Rader. We've done work together in the past, it's great to be doing it again.

On the path we're on, no doubt Bluesky will come under the same kind of regulation law firms and universities are. And the shame of it is we could be using this time to spread out, distribute.

Happy Caturday from Coco!

I finally looked at my nest egg and was shocked to see the new number. Even worse that the dollars in the account will buy even less as US currency loses its value as the flight to safety currency. It's not a big surprise as the US behaves like a drunk Dunning-Kruger schooly...

I finally looked at my nest egg and was shocked to see the new number. Even worse that the dollars in the account will buy even less as the US currency loses its value as the "flight to safety" currency. It's not a big surprise as the US behaves like a drunk Dunning-Kruger sc...

I asked ChatGPT to draw a portrait of the current US president in the style of Diego Rivera. US president in style of Diego Rivera. Diego Rivera clown.

Went looking for an old tweet and then got lost in the archive. I have all my tweets (mostly 2006-2012) on my blog and it’s like a snapshot of a different life. Still me, but so many things change.

On my way to the State of the Browser conference last weekend, I stumbled upon an open space in which many trees were in full blossom. Pink petals fell from the tree branches as the gentle spring wind blew. The trees were outside a church courtyard. I stopped, taking in the b...

If we don’t keep sharing the joys of the web, its fate will go in the wrong direction unnecessarily. Take a moment today to share a joy of the web with someone! Maybe you made a cool web page. Share it with a friend! Did you see something that made you smile, or think, or re...

I love to find links to accompany virtual calls – especially those that explicitly relate to or were mentioned by someone. This led to my being bestowed the title “Fastest link sharer in the world.” When I saw this pop up in the meeting chat, I knew I had to remember it for l...

One of my favourite times of the year is when trees blossom. I love searching for the first signs of pink buds on the trees, looking closely at the tips of branches to guage when I may first see blossom. Over the last few weeks, I have been delighted to see one tree after another show signs of pink blossom. This morning, on a walk, I took a moment to think about how a few trees had blossomed. I had walked past them a few times with their white buds, but this morning got me thinking about how there is always something new to see on the path: the change of trees as the seasons ebb and flow, the birdsong, the light as the seasons change. I saw a cat on my walk, too. His bushy fur made me smile.