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If I were designing a social network, I would implement replies differently. When you reply to a post, only the person who wrote the post sees it. If they want they can RT it. The way it works now on all twitter-like systems means most of the replies are basically spam, people using your post as a way to reach people who follow you.

BTW, when you post something on Bluesky it's just a tweet. These things don't need different names on each platform.

It's time for new thinking. A reply to a tweet on Bluesky about the real purpose of MAGA -- it's to make rich white men richer. She said that to me. All I'm all three of those things. And that's really close to what people say about Jews, btw. In a few months that's what they'll be saying. All the pain and suffering is to make Jews wealthier. They're setting that up. Anyway, I looked at my retirement account the other day and it sure didn't look like I'm getting richer. Just sayin.

I like people who stand up and speak the truth. This is one of the silver linings of this crisis. There's no real advantage at this point in trying to play it safe, to not be noticed. So I like what Chris Murphy, Senator from Connecticut has been saying.

I used to tell friends you can't go wrong buying the S&P 500. The president is rated by now the stock market does, and so over the long haul you can expect steady growth from the S&P 500, and it keeps things really simple. Well, have to say -- that's no longer good advice. Maybe real estate? Outside the United States? I don't know. It depends on what the people of this country do, and if our representatives are listening.

MAGA's goal, it turns out, was the Great Depression.

Amazing story on CNN around veteran Joe Harris, who died at age 108, serving in World War II in an elite force of Black paratroopers:

As the US Army was training the Triple Nickles to disarm bombs, the men were also being taught by the US Forest Service to become the first military smokejumpers.

More history at the National Museum of the US Army.

Although incredibly annoying because it hits me directly in the face while I'm working at my desk, the sun produces amazing shadows late in the evening this time of the year.

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And btw the it could be worse. 💥

The joy of looking up to the sky after sunset and seeing the moon. — Equipped with Stellarium, I could start to identify patterns in the stars. The patterns had names, like Orion and Taurus. I saw Sirius and Rigel and Betelgeuse. I saw Mars — a planet! I saw a planet! I gazed in the direction of Jupiter. The moon was my anchor as I learned the names of more stars and found patterns. — There is frost on the fields as the sun cuts through the fog on a spring morning. The chill of winter recedes by the day. — The joy of thinking through an idea over my first cup of coffee. — I walked past someone who was wearing a jumper that said “My cat is a rockstar.” I love this message! — Some places are so beautiful that you stop every time you are there. — Overheard: “Dan, you’re just an old soul” — one friend says endearingly to another.

The Barbican complex in London. In the foreground, there is a body of water and many planters in which plants are growing. There are trees on which the light is shining brightly. In the background, there are several storeys of houses with tall glass windows and made of concrete.

This week I have been taking notes about the changes in seasons. Daylight savings time knocked my internal clock a little bit, but the additional hours of daylight more than make up for it. I am grateful to wake up to sunlight, and for the sun to set later in the night – on m...

I was mesmerised by the moon on my train ride home. It’s the early afternoon, but I can still see the moon! I thought to myself. I was on a train going through the country – the rolling hills passed by as my eyes occasionally closed. I could use a nap. Toward the end of the journey, as more buildings would soon enter into view as I reached my destination, I saw two young women sitting on the grass by a river with a dog by their side. One of them waved delicately at the train I was on. I smiled. Maybe they knew someone on the train. I’ll never know, but the wave brought me joy.

This is the second time this month that my boarding gate and seat number are palindromes of each other