I am so ahead of this curve. My chief writing soundtrack for the past several years features Apollo Brown and Nujabes (among others) for the reasons noted in this piece.
I am so ahead of this curve. My chief writing soundtrack for the past several years features Apollo Brown and Nujabes (among others) for the reasons noted in this piece.
Why is it that GoodNotes for iPad transcribes my handwriting quite accurately but I can’t find a single app that can transcribe at all that very same handwriting when it’s made in a paper notebook?
I love these old editions. I don’t really use them any more, but I like to take them out and look at them from time to time.
(ScannerPro has far more artful presentation, however)
Update: PDFpen is just as good as ScannerPro at OCRing my handwriting.
Scanner Pro does an amazing job of recognizing my handwriting.
Great to see Emma Green’s profile of Jemar Tisby, who is THE REAL DEAL. (Emma is also the real deal as a reporter — there’s no better religion reporter.)
John Gruber: “I keep saying Facebook is a criminal enterprise, and I’m not exaggerating.” Yep.
January 1985: my first winter in Chicagoland, after having been raised in Alabama and spent my grad school years in Virginia. I do not yet have a winter coat, only a medium-weight jacket and a pair of inadequate gloves. I wake up in the morning and need to get to school to teach my 8am class. The temperature is minus-27 and the wind chill is minus-SEVENTY. I discover that my old beater of a car will not start. I shiver and shiver. An incredibly gracious neighbor offers to give me a jump, but when I reach under the hood to open the latch, it breaks off in my hand. So I have to sit down on the concrete and try to remove the grill with a screwdriver, in my medium-weight jacket and inadequate gloves, with the wind blowing around 25mph, so I can open the hood and get a jump and then put the grill back on and close the hood and go to work where it is extremely unlikely that the car will start when it’s time to go home which means that I’ll have to find a colleague who can give me a jump and do the whole thing with the screwdriver again. I curse and curse, and shiver some more. And though I do make it to school that day, and back home again, all day I tell myself that (a) I need a proper coat DAMMIT and (b) at the end of the school year I am headed back down South as fast as I can possibly get there. (And I did come back down South — twenty-nine years later.)
Working on Lucretius, Plutarch, Charles Taylor — and being reminded of how blessed I am to read and think for a living.
Churchill, when he first assumed a place as Cabinet minister, found himself “assailed by worries,” and discovered that the best way to deal with them was “to write down on a piece of paper all the various matters which are troubling one, from which it will appear that some are merely trivial, some are irremediable, and there are thus only one or two on which one need concentrate one’s energies.” Very good advice!
I put out a new issue of my newsletter today.
I’m agnostic (😉) about Bible literacy classes in schools, but I’d be enthusiastically supportive of offering such classes to journalists and academics.
I can’t really enjoy sitting outside in short sleeves because I know that in 48 hours my son in Chicago will be in mortal danger from polar cold. Therefore, he should move back to Texas.
E. M. Cioran, Drawn and Quartered:
While they were preparing the hemlock, Socrates was learning how to play a new tune on the flute. “What will be the use of that?” he was asked. “To know this tune before dying.” If I dare repeat this reply long since trivialized by the handbooks, it is because it seems to me the sole serious justification of any desire to know, whether exercised on the brink of death or at any other moment of existence.
I’ve read this book and it’s fantastic. Austin keeps going from strength to strength.
I love this idea. Apple buying DuckDuckGo would be a win for all of us.
This makes me long for a list of Journalists Who Are Not on Twitter. I’d like to read them and them only. (Well, there may be one or two exceptions.)
I posted a new edition of my newsletter.
Count Malcolm as: intrigued but uncertain
Super Blood Wolf Moon
Super Wolf Blood Moon
Super Moon Wolf Blood
Moon Blood Super Wolf
Blood Wolf Super Moon
Blood Super Moon Wolf
Moon Wolf Super Blood
Wolf Blood Super Moon
Wolf Moon Blood Super
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There are maybe three people on Instagram I really miss. But I don’t miss Instagram, and this is why.
SRO for Jemar Tisby at Baylor
It’s fun, but it’s also work.
Sure, go ahead and reject the only person who can fix this mess. (Via Nina Massey)