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Solstice session


I don’t know anything about the user KAFUI on Blue Sky, but I like this post very much.

Consider it the quote of the day.

Teach your daughters not to be nice. Fuck it. NOT NICE. Loud. “Get the fuck away from me/Don’t fucking touch me like that” loud. I’d rather cut out my larynx than ever politely laugh my way through the things I’ve had to politely laugh my way through again. I wanna smash the word demure w a hammer.

When I think back at the kind of disrespect my mother put up with when I was young I definitely think I internalized a lot of male behavior to not replicate and that was very instructive. And just immediately shutting down men overstepping would be preferable. That monologue from Barbie was the real deal.

Ride some waves

“sit tight and listen keenly while I’ll play for you a brand new musical biscuit”

The biscuit is from 1986. It’s C’mon Every Beatbox by Big Audio Dynamite.

It’s unrelated to this post except that that line from The Harder They Come kept running through my head with each wave I took off on.

Got a good start to the day. Still some lingering cold effects but it didn’t keep me out of the water last night. As I left at 8pm the lifeguards were telling their spiel about how they were going off service. “Lifeguards are going out of service. Please cease water activities. Lifeguards will be back on duty at 9am tomorrow. If you witness a water-related emergency dial 9-1-1 and ask for lifeguards.” Well, last night they also added a warning about the “strong currents, large waves, and rip currents.”

I knew that. They don’t always mention it. I had just had a great big fun hour and a half in it. I caught a fair number of waves that were huge. 4-7 feet tall. A year ago I’d have not taken off on the waves I took off on. Or I’d have done so differently. I’m glad I didn’t then. And I’m glad I did tonight. I got some fun rides. I have data to back up that statement. Or at least about the speed of the waves. Dawn Patrol measures waves.

22 WAVES, 2337 FT
WAVE DISTANCE, 52.5MPH, TOP SPEED, Ocean Beach #DawnPatrolApp
Share sheet for June 17, 2024. It gives me stats for the session.

Some of the tracings are longer than the rides were. I suspect because because the ends of the wave were not captured, and the computer just keeps recording. When I forget to turn the app off sometimes I have a ride from the beach to the freeway. That’s bad data.

I was constantly in motion because the water was in motion. I remember the wave the app called 52 miles per hour. I don’t know if that number is right but it was huge and fast. Closed out quick and then I barreled toward the beach on a giant cloud of whitewater.

Leveling up

I have not been in the water to swim as much this year as some of the prior years but the quality of the time in the water has not been higher. I always have fun. Every session brings new experiences and new things to try. Like a videogame. Each time I pull out the game there are new challenges. New bosses. New ways to get killed. New environments and situations.

To play a game you have to have good gear. Primary for me are fins. I switched to some Yucca fins since March. I think they give me a bit more speed to catch waves. To catch a wave you have to match its speed then stay on it. I tried a different pair a few years ago but they didn’t feel right. They kept slipping off. Now I have a pair I can trust won’t fall off in big water.

We have a lot of surfriding gear. It’s a bit of a mess. The white-tipped blue DaFins were my prior go-to set of fins.

“Yeah that’s my kid”

Day before yesterday–Father’s Day here in the USA–I saw a father and son take off on a wave together. Both with handplanes. Both riding waves. It was a joy to see that. The kid–maybe 10 years old?–caught one and went flying toward the beach. I asked the older fellow I suspected but was not sure was the dad if the two of them were family. “Yeah that’s my kid” said the dad, with a little measure of pride. I told him it was awesome to see the two of them taking off on waves together.

That was my favorite thing that day. I remember well my father’s enthusiasm for putting me on a blow-up surf mat in the ocean and letting me ride a wave.

Ride some waves today. Try not to go alone. The surf is big out there.

strong waves after work at OB

After a drought of bodysurfing was able to catch some waves today. Almost over this cold I got.

My Political Compass 2003, 2024

It seems rare that an internet quizzes would stick around for decades.

In March 2003 I linked to and took their quiz, and the results were included in my post Just More Misc, Nothing Personal Today:

My political compass is apparently:
Economic Left/Right: -3.25
Authoritarian/Libertarian: -4.87 — what’s yours?

I took it again today. I got results.

Economic Left/Right: -6.75
Social Libertarian/Authoritarian: -6.10

It appears I am drifting to the left as I age. Given the state of the world, it seems likely I’ll continue this slow drift left.


I hope the world is better in another 21 years.

Friday Links!

I’m getting over a cold. No, not COVID. But it sucks.

And herewith I will blog them for your possible review and enjoyment.

How to Get Started Investigating Payment Gateways Online from Bellingcat, Money is the root of how organizaitons operate. “Follow the money” is the aphorism from All The Presidents’ Men.

The more I learn about submersible catastrophe the more obviously avoidable and the more obviously the result of rich, entitled, egotistical jerkiness it is. For nature cannot be fooled, indeed.

Neat Hobby! is worth your time. Yes, I vibe with this.

I do think projects like DYNAMIC LAND are the future of how we will learn and game, augmented reality that requires no silly glasses or geegaws, but it seems like we’re waiting on more reliable and unobtrusive and less creepy sensors and projectors to make it truly seamless. But I like the idea very much.

I heard good things about Wiggle Work whose description appeals to me, but not quite enough to dive in.

Working alone doesn’t have to be lonely. Be a part of a community where you can chat about hobbies, join a book club, and share your weekend plans without the pressure to be “on” all the time.

We’re here to bring back the invaluable watercooler moments lost when working remotely–the freedom to talk to someone without a reason and about nothing of particular work-related importance.

It’s like a combination “third place” / surrogate workspace / co-working facility. It doesn’t fit neatly into any of those but is all three. I’ve not experienced it but I’ve made similar spaces with WebSanDiego (the mailing list) and participated in them in Evolt / Web405 and in private spaces friends made, too. I like the concept. I think.

Why am I hesitant to apply? I’m not certain. I’m thinkin’ on that.

Blog of the .Day is still going strong. If you got a blog, come on in! The water’s fine!

I made a new header the other day. I may have mentioned it but can’t remember if I did but I don’t care if I did and now I’m in a stream-of-consciousness trap and now I can’t stop typing. Oh never mind yes I can.

This Comics Journal appraisal of Batman: Year One, a comic I bought when it was first on news racks, is quite good. That comic is absolutely flawless. Everything good about the film Batman Begins comes from that book. is a genius. And Miller is too, properly constrained.

not a link, but in my notes. I tested out some zlib compression on some sites. In .user.ini files. That looks like zlib.output_compression = On;.

Speaking of weird web junque: the side file apple-developer-merchantid-domain-association (about) lives at when you get a request from a client to help install it.

The Descent of Elon Musk (from March) by Ed Zitron is predictably depressing. I am glad that fewer people claim to me that he is a genius than did a few years ago.

Gregor recommended Vulfpeck to me a few months ago and I never gave it a proper listen, but I am always happy to take in music recommendations from smart folks. Good stuff!

This headline is depressing and correct: Apple, Google and others don’t care about your data and photos – but you should (adjacent to my post Mistrust-Based Technology Choices)

I love any mention of The Day The Clown Cried. First turned onto it by Harry Shearer decades ago, it’s an object of fascination to me.

From April, James’ post Blossom contains this small but immense observation: In seeing this tree blossom, I am encouraged to remember that the best things do not happen on a strict cadence, carefully curated. They grow and emerge with time and nurturing.

Yes, I remember Yogi’s Space Race. Anything with spaceships I liked. It was terrible. I kinda knew as a kid that it was terrible. But still, spaceships!

This is not a link, but I somehow put this question into the file I stash links for later review in:

Are there similarities between wampum and blockchain?

Wampum is a currency made of shells. Maybe I meant because wampum is “grown” I was making some comparison? I don’t know. They’re not all winners.

I was playing at making nautical flags in CSS but I got bored.

Lawrence’s cover of Get Busy is among the best ways to bring on the day. I don’t care if I’ve posted this before:

The random man vs random bear, which is less trouble was amazing. Women, would you rather be stuck in a forest with a man or a bear?. It’s still amazing.

:has() is the “God Selector” says Bruce Lawson. I concur. I am using it to add little arrows to external links inside content on this blog. I keep altering it. Here’s how it looks right now, to make sure I capture anchors with actual links, not just names, and not internal anchors. CSS is magic.


CSS is cool, no? There’s a Front End Study Hall next week. JOIN US.

Paul’s post September life-drawing: not safe for whose work? is terrific. An excerpt:

So, while the label NSFW was invented out of a common spirit of goodwill — added before a link as a courtesy to other people, to prevent them accidentally getting into trouble with their employers — it is thoroughly grounded in what counted as “not safe for work” for the typical early users of Slashdot, Fark, et al., namely people who worked in corporate IT.

This is a shortcoming of what we in the IndieWeb call the silos. They can’t distinguish shades of meaning of nudity. An illustration of how to perform a breast or testicular self-exam is somehow equivalent to an explicit screenshot from a pornographic film. The silos lack adequate moderation. Without someone to decide, they are incapable of making good decisions about the culture they want to sustain. They rely on flagging and computer vision and they get it wrong every time. The fallback is overworked moderators who have zero incentive to be cautiously thoughtful about their verdicts.

As with many things like this, I say: have your own website.

There’s no mediocre, capricious, moderation if you control the website.

These photos off San Diego of a sunken Naval vessel: USS Hogan, are amazing.

Mark Sutherland implemented search in his Laravel-based site in the course of a couple-hour meeting last week. Here’s the diff.

A few months ago there was a quiz on HTML tags. Name them all! Here are the ones I was pretty sure would count toward that list but are not, here in 2024, “real” tags.

  1. font
  2. nobr
  3. frame
  4. frameset
  5. param
  6. spacer
  7. big
  8. marquee
  9. blink

They may have once worked, but no longer. It’s all good. Time moves on.

An Anthology of Bodysurf Writing (Spanning Over 200 Years) by Spencer Dunlap told me about a few books I had not heard of.

I’ve not been in the water a few days since I’ve had this cold. I hate it. I’ll get back though.

Death on the Ferry: The Alton Collier Story
On April 27th, 1946, an African American resident of Coronado and employee of the famous Hotel del Coronado, boarded an 8:20 pm ferry to San Diego. A racist attack on board ended in his death.

Private Equity kills everything it can. Red Lobster, for example. It doesn’t have to kill. It just can’t help but attach itself like a parasite and drain the host of all its life.

I want it all but, it is impossible by Ana Rodrigues is true and correct and I agree 100%.

This is 2021 article about bodysurfing in Northern California made me real happy: Bodysurfing San Francisco When the Epic Winter Swells Arrived (Part 2)

I think that’s good for today.

Have a great day!

On Names

I read Names too on the nose at the end of May and dropped Steve an email about the topic, a 2018 BBC article: Do our names push us towards certain jobs?.

A fascinating topic, that.

There’s an aphorism in recovery: “to name it is to tame it.” which this reminds me of, but is about identifying a feeling in words to gain control over the feeling. Perhaps human will is strengthened by having a thought concretized as a word.

If I was smarter at semiotics and philosophy I’d likely have more articulate thoughts on this. My first ex-wife was a philosophy major before earning a B.A. in linguistics, at best maybe some smarts in those areas rubbed off. And my second ex has more emotional intelligence and strength than probably any other human being I ever met, and know that relationship improved how well I think about human behavior and relationships.

But really, the takeaway might be: “names matter.” Nicknames, too. I remember a conversation with my father. I think I was a high school freshman at the time. The conversation was about a school friend. I referred to the friend as “shorty.” My dad asked if that’s what my friend preferred to be called. I said I didn’t know. I wish I could remember his words, but they summed up to the fact that a nickname like that might have an effect. Like much of my parents’ parenting, it was not prescriptive. He didn’t tell me to stop. He didn’t chastise me. He made me think—hard—about the effect of my words.

I did think about my words. I never called or referred to that friend as “shorty” again.

And still, I try to think about the words I write and speak.

“Hello, I’m Cindy, I’m a Pisces and I like Chihuahuas and Chinese noodles”

I think we’re the future generation. Listen up. From 1983.

Now listen to All I Need is Everything by Aztec Camera which is from 1984 but seems years later than the B-52’s song. I listened to this song, plus the song Oblivious repeatedly. The happy-sadness suited me perfectly then.

the size of the sea and the sun in my eyes
and the line in my head
yearning for more…
only for more…
these days are as bright as the days I have seen
in the wildest of dreams
yearning for more…
only for more…

The brilliance of Michel Gondry’s video for Kylie Minogue’s Come Into My World (2001) has not diminished in the 22 years since it came out.

Wait a minute. Didn’t Double Nickels on the Dime come out in 1984? That’s bananas. It sounds nothing like either Aztec Camera or the B-52’s. Here’s The Minutemen with This Ain’t No Picnic which is a nugget of Southern California punk that hits my old ears just with the same ramshackle intensity as it did on those few occasions on which I slam danced. The Minutemen are a band from San Pedro, a part of Southern California where the Port of Los Angeles is. You’ve seen San Pedro if you watched the movie Heat and saw that scene at the giant docks with thousands of shipping containers and cranes. San Pedro was and is working class industrial California. And D. Boon, the lead singer of the Minutemen, died one year later in a car wreck. Age 27. In case you were wondering if the world is fucking fair. It isn’t. But this song is American as hell and I love it. Turn it up loud.

But our land isn’t free
So I’ll work my youth away
In the place of a machine
I refuse to be a slave

This ain’t no picnic
This ain’t no picnic
This ain’t no picnic
This ain’t no picnic

Sorry, got heavy. I’ll lighten it up for you. Pluto is not gonna quit. That’s right it’s time for “H.S.” by Tom Cardy. Eons later.

Thanks for visiting.

Scam Job Text Message of the Day (from 737-288-3509)

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Then I blocked the sender.