As I type this, it’s 8:44 am, and I just drove 30 minutes in
10 miles of pouring rain to start the week on 4 hours of sleep.
I went to bed about 11:30, but didn’t fall asleep until
nearly 1am—very unusual for me.Like an
overtightened bolt, I felt my corners round-off just a bit yesterday, the
torque warping my mind just too much to sleep.
There’s much to consider, globally, nationally, and within
my own hearth.Much I can do little
about.Globally, there keeps being more
of us, and our impact on the planet worsens by the year.Humans certainly seem less education, humane,
and trustworthy than we did even 10 years ago.Perhaps my eyes are just open to our own debauchery, my naiveté burned
away like so much slag from God’s refiner’s fire.
I can’t recall Donald Trump.I can’t unsay some of the things he’s said.I can generally watch in horror and pinch
myself every time I hear the phrase “President-Elect” attached to his name.
I’ve found myself watching lots of post-apocalyptic films
from my …
At first glance (and second, and third) glance, this API doesn't seem to work. It promises to provide asynchronous notifications of state changes to the print objects in the spooler, but how the $#@^ does it work? Let's look at it more closely. (It's defined int he file prnasnot.h, if you've got your sdk handy.
Offhand, enumerating the things that seem broken in my country right now:
Our government isn't really functioning. The Constitutional Republican Democracy of 1787 seems like a failure at scale.We're more tribal than we've been since segregation, a process that's accelerating.We're in unending, global guerrilla war against people willing to kill themselves for an idea incompatible with our existence as a nation.We have roughly one mass shooting per day. Yesterday, there was one in Kentucky.We've lost our ability as a society to dream of something bigger: The moon, world peace, whatever. That seems like a 1960's fever dream at this point.
What can I do about any of the above? Nothing.
I mean, I guess I can argue with people on the internet about it, for all the good that does.
I could retain crushing anxiety about what might happen, much like when I was a kid having watched The Man Who Saw Tomorrow, convinced the world was ending. …