May today be more than merely a day off work, but a day to consider how society treats all of its members and to ask, “What is right? What is true? When do I speak up? Where do I take a stand?”
Pioneer Courthouse viewed from the speakers’ podium in Pioneer Courthouse Square.
Waiting for the eastbound MAX, the westbound train headed into the station.
I’m looking forward to longer days and brighter mornings.
Yesterday, mid-afternoon, we decided it was a good day for a Cannon Beach visit. Jamison grabbed his drone and camera, and Jamison, Suzi, and I headed for the beach. We stopped by Insomnia and drove nearer to the Rock.
Jamison set up his drone and took off. I held his phone while he took some pictures and video. I hadn’t seen Jamison use his drone before. Too cool!
Not long after we arrived, the sun set and we left.
Every day at the beach is a good day!
Photo credits: Drone shot and animated gif by Jamison. Shot of Jamison and me by Suzi. All used with permission. Thanks!
I reached a milestone yesterday: I donated my 24th pint of blood — 3 gallons!1 I used to have a rule: no talking about needles while I’m driving.2 We want to keep the driver conscious. I decided my fear of needles wasn’t optimal and decided to donate blood to get over it.
If you want to donate blood, too, but think you might want a donor buddy, feel free to contact me. We can do this!
Collections are cool. We find all sorts of things, label them, and put them in small, square boxes. Rocks, stamps, coins, galaxies. Along the way we learn geology, geography, history, cosmology.
We also learn classification, taxonomy. We get better at putting things in small, square boxes.
Sedimentary, igneous, metamorphic. Definitive, commemorative, special. Mint, used. Spiral, bar, irregular, barred spiral, lenticular, peculiar.
What do we do when reality is more complex than our taxonomy? What if we collect colors and discover the rainbow is a continuum?
Some might say, get more small, square boxes. And maybe that’s okay as long as we recognize that small, square boxes can’t fully capture reality. That small, square boxes can’t change reality. That small, square boxes can’t change a rainbow.
With my many trips to Cannon Beach already this year, I’ve started to notice changes in the sand level on the beach. Another trip, the rocks on the inland side of Haystack rock were completely covered by sand. Yesterday, the rocks were exposed and surrounded by water even though the tide wasn’t in. Even though I wasn’t able to talk anyone else into going with me1 it was a good day at the beach. Warm weather, sunshine, and cousins.2
Your name. Your location. All your friends. Your family. Your work history. Your schooling. Your birthday. Your checkins. Your events. Your hometown. Your likes, photos. Your relationships. Your religion and politics.
And not just for you, but for one and a half billion other people.
While you’re at it, also read My Cow Game Extracted Your Facebook Data.
To be honest, I’m not even sure I know what the Facebook platform’s terms of service dictated that I do with user data acquired from Facebook. Technically, users could revoke certain app permissions later, and apps were supposed to remove any impacted data that they had stored. I doubt most apps did that, and I suspect users never knew—and still don’t know—that revoking access to an app they used eight years ago doesn’t do anything to reverse transmissions that took place years ago.
Insert pithy statement about closing the stable door after the horse has bolted here.