Scratch Pad: iOS, STT, Savory
At the end of each week, I usually collate a lightly edited collection of recent comments I’ve made on social media, which I think of as my public scratch pad. I find knowing I’ll revisit my posts to be a positive and mellowing influence on my social media activity. I mostly hang out on Mastodon (at post.lurk.org/@disquiet), and I’m also trying out a few others. And I generally take weekends off social media.
▰ After-dark trio for dishwasher, skateboarder, and whirring electric vehicle
▰ A friend who saw me mention using an Anbernic retro game handheld: I thought you didn’t play video games.
Me, after thinking about it: I don’t much, but I try. Mostly I’m interested in alternative firmware, sound design of virtual worlds, and chiptune music. (All of which video games are rich with.)
▰ I’m not sure if this was the intention with the iOS app “library,” but I find myself, on my iPhone and iPad, removing the vast majority of my apps from the home screen and accessing those just from the library
▰ A friend who uses speech-to-text a lot for writing sent me an email in which what was intended was “mazel tov” but it was transcribed as “muzzle tough”
▰ Hyper-local* food post: there are two Cherry Blossom cafes, one in the Inner Richmond and one on Ocean, and they both have many treats to offer. The essential one — for me, that is — is the savory scallions and ham, which is light and fluffy.
*San Francisco
▰ Reading-wise, I’m very close to the end of the first Bosch novel, The Black Echo. A lot of the book involves Bosch and his partner figuring out what might be going on, laying out their various hypotheses step by step. I’ve come to wonder how much of that is the author describing the detectives figuring things out, and how much of it is a lightly altered version of the author thinking as he himself was devising the plot in the first place. Thus what appears to be the unraveling of the given crime may actually have been the opposite: the raveling, as it were. There’s also an excellent little bit later in the book involving telephones that follows up nicely on the item I posted about earlier. I’ll share that excerpt later. This weekend is largely given over to family activities, of the sort centered around a cemetery, so time is understandably limited. I imagine I’ll finish it tomorrow before bed. The book club in which I’m reading The Mushroom at the End of the World delayed its meeting until next Sunday, so I’ve slowed my pace so it’ll be fresh when discussion occurs.
