Calendar interoperability is underappreciated. I use iCloud for home, Google for the University and Office365 for work, all from a single app, which also handles invites and scheduling. Other people can see my various calendars in their own software, seamlessly. We should make everything a calendar.
Feature suggestion for a microblogging service: a “Do Not Post” button. Get all those poison darts and built-up steam out of your system together with the satisfaction of a button click, without the anxiety or guilt.
Oh no, wait, it already exists.
My list for the year, ordered by similarity. All are physical prints already on the bookshelf, just waiting to be snubbed for whatever else catches my attention.
Here are the wishlists for 2022 and 2023, and the respective outcomes.
Luke Burgis on prolific Substack writers:
At some level, the pure volume of writing—especially if you’re halfway decent at it—is perceived by some people as actual knowledge, even if you’re not saying anything at all, or even if you’re making ridiculous arguments riddled with fallacies.
Every once in a while, some 6,000 word word salad will land in my inbox from a figure like Freddie deBoer or Matty Yglesias or Richard Hanania—and I stay subscribed, just so I know what’s going on (maybe I shouldn’t)—and I think, “Lord, have mercy. Who has time to respond to all of these things? Or who would actually want to make themselves that miserable? I sure don’t!” And then I get back to work.
Feeling the same, I unsubscribed from most newsletters long ago.
Writing and editing are distinct skills. As I gaze into a stream of text that someone else wrote and several more people edited, as I try to make sense of the reds and the greens and the teals of Word’s tracked changes stacked on top of the red squiggles and the double underlines, as the nested comments flow one after another until my (aging!?) M1 MacBook Air begins to stutter, I realize that, at heart, I am a writer.
Happy New Year!
Finished reading: Debt by David Graeber 📚, dropped about a third of the way through. For a book supposedly about the history of debt it had too much speculation and too many baseless claims. Looking back, The Dawn of Everything had similar tendencies, but his co-author David Wengrow seems to have been a moderating influence. Bullshit Jobs was also a tedious read, so as good of an essayist Graeber was, the talent didn’t translate to books.
Finished reading: A Severe Mercy by Sheldon Vanauken 📚, a book about love, death and grief so earnest that any half-assed paragraph from me would not be fair. The title is justified.
At the beginning of the year, I set out to read 23 books. Mission accomplished? As expected, my favorite of the year was not on that wish list.
Here are all 23, ordered by some semblance of category.
Not too bad, considering we had a flooded basement and our second move in three years, with some writing wedged in between. And here is last year’s list.
I look forward to removing other people’s requests from Apple Music recommendations. Maybe the 2024 Top 10 list will reflect my actual (poor) taste. Until then:
And here is last year’s list.
Only six movies that came out this year made it to my watch list:
I did not see Killers of the Flower Moon yet, but I hope to do so soon. I did watch a bunch of older movies, some of which were quite good, but naming them all here would not mean much (and you can always go to the movies tag). Let me instead list the movies I rewatched this year, in the order in which they came out:
Every year I time myself that I should watch more movies, and every year television wins out. May 2024 be the same.