Weeknotes 54: Surprise Time Capsule
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Mostly a week of deep cleaning ahead of hosting Thanksgiving next week. The war on dust is endless, and the lines are not holding.
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Big dump of snow on Tuesday. Standard weird Chicago weather for this time of year: buried for 18 hours, nothing left the next morning: At least we can draw the line on lawn care and garden hoses and all the rest 'til spring.
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Another banger from Anil Dash about the importance of talking about your work as your work:
We constrain our imaginations when we subordinate our creations to names owned by fascist tycoons. Imagine the author of a book telling people to “read my Amazon”. A great director trying to promote their film by saying “click on my Max”. That’s how much they’ve pickled your brain when you refer to your own work and your own voice within the context of their walled garden. There is no such thing as “my Substack”, there is only your writing, and a forever fight against the world of pure enshittification.
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Yet another misadventure into the bowels of HealthKit, this time to ask the seemingly trivial question “What’s the most steps I’ve taken in a day?” There are awards for things like “most calories burned walking”, but no way I could find to just spit out the biggest number without endlessly scrolling through a table. Went back and forth with Claude for a while and eventually got a working app together[1]. Why is this so difficult?
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Every once in a while, I’ll be looking at my Finder sidebar and discover that the “Desktop” folder has gone missing. So I’ll add it back, only for it to disappear again. This has been going on for at least two years. This apparently affects a ton of people. No explanation, no end in sight – madness! Finally decided to try trying and erased Finder’s
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Found an old roll of black & white film partially shot in the Pentax SLR from the 70s that got me through college photography classes. It has to be at least a decade old and I have absolutely no memory of what might be on it. Who knows if it’s salvageable, but finished it off anyway and dropped it off at a local film lab just for funsies. We’ll see!
Answer: 24,875 steps on June 4, 2015. ↩︎