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Matthew Lafferty
I should really come here more often.
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from Little Gidding


What we call the beginning is often the end
And to make an end is to make a beginning.
The end is where we start from. And every phrase
And sentence that is right (where every word is at home,
Taking its place to support the others,
The word neither diffident nor ostentatious,
An easy commerce of the old and the new,
The common word exact without vulgarity,
The formal word precise but not pedantic,
The complete consort dancing together)
Every phrase and every sentence is an end and a beginning,
Every poem an epitaph. And any action
Is a step to the block, to the fire, down the sea's throat
Or to an illegible stone: and that is where we start.
We die with the dying:
See, they depart, and we go with them.
We are born with the dead:
See, they return, and bring us with them.
The moment of the rose and the moment of the yew-tree
Are of equal duration. A people without history
Is not redeemed from time, for history is a pattern
Of timeless moments. So, while the light fails
On a winter's afternoon, in a secluded chapel
History is now and England.

With the drawing of this Love and the voice of this

We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
Through the unknown, unremembered gate
When the last of earth left to discover
Is that which was the beginning;
At the source of the longest river
The voice of the hidden waterfall
And the children in the apple-tree
Not known, because not looked for
But heard, half-heard, in the stillness
Between two waves of the sea.
Quick now, here, now, always—
A condition of complete simplicity
(Costing not less than everything)
And all shall be well and
All manner of thing shall be well
When the tongues of flame are in-folded
Into the crowned knot of fire
And the fire and the rose are one.

- T. S. Eliot

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Today, as part of my plan to slowly easy back into G+, I'm going to share someone else's post, as opposed to doing anything original.

Unless commenting OHMYGODFINALLY counts as original. Seriously, I can't be the only one who feels like I've been waiting FOREVER for this to happen.

I'm married, and my wife and I have kids, but because we're not weirdos, we don't share a Google account, so this news is making me way happier than it should.
Google Photos Launches 'Shared Albums'

As they promised at the Nexus Event, +Google Photos is launching 'Shared Albums', a way to share a link to a Google Photos album that allows other users to add their own photos (i.e. collaborate) and 'Join' the album to receive Notifications of new photos. The best part? Anyone with the link can add to the album or Join it without any account required or app to install other than, of course, the nearly ubiquitous web browser.

It's a 'social' photo sharing feature, minus the social network... or, from another perspective, plus anyone you want to invite, regardless which social networks they use or even whether they have a social network presence.

Here are my own thoughts about how this could 'disrupt' social media in some unexpected ways:

#GooglePhotos #SharedAlbums #SocialMedia
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So I'm going to try slowly easing my way back into G+. Moderation is key, yes?

Anyway, enjoy this thing I found (, as well as a relevant quote:

"Each atom of that stone, each mineral flake of that night filled mountain, in itself forms a world. The struggle itself toward the heights is enough to fill a man's heart. One must imagine Sisyphus happy."

- Albert Camus, from The Myth of Sisyphus
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Every so often, I tell myself I need to get back into Google+.

Today is that kind of day. I heard about the redesign, so I came to check it out, and I dig it.

Collections, in addition to the already excellent communities, make Google+ a wonderful place to be & find new things.

So why aren't I here more often? Lots of reasons, I suppose. I'm moderating a community on Ello, which takes up a fair amount of what little time I have to devote to social media, so there's that.

Mostly, though, the reality is that I'm working two jobs and doing a lot around the house & with the kids. And after working, meal-making, kid-wrangling, and other miscellaneous tasks, I just don't have much left for social media generally, much less the amount of leisurely Plussing I'd like to do.

So. Where does that leave me with G+? Honestly, I don't know. I think, though, that I need to figure out a better way of dividing my time, but I'm just not there, yet.

In the meantime, I probably won't be here much, but I'd like to be in the future. I don't care how much glee is poured into articles about how nobody cares about this place; I still think it's nice. And when I manage to make the time to curate my feeds properly, you can bet I'll be here more often, too.

Anyway, enjoy this song (if it doesn't get your body moving, I'm sorry to have to be the one to tell you there is something very wrong with you), and keep being awesome.
If you've never heard of it, Daptone is a New York-based recording label that seems hellbent on bringing back the glory of 60s/70s-era funk and soul. In a good way.

They just released their second sampler disc, which, while not quite as dynamic as the first, still sports a few legitimately amazing tracks, such as this by the Dap-Kings. If this doesn't get your foot tapping, I don't know what to tell you. You're either morbidly depressed or have a seriously bad case of tinnitus.

It's worth your time to check out some of Daptone's other artists, or you can just hang here as I'm sure I'll be posting more in the future.

And oh yeah... here is your soundtrack to tonight.

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Facebook, Google, Twitter, and the rest will never perfectly embody these ideals, but they can all do better than they're doing now. Even if you never spend a single minute on Ello, add your voice to this. Your rights deserve more than a shrug and an "oh, well".

"Are you serious?" Hunched slightly forward, her arms folded, it would have been impossible to misunderstand how angry Sarah was in that moment. "You cannot seriously want to go on this mission." She ran a hand through her hair, ruffled it, swept it aside again.

"Sar, listen. You know I'm the only engineer who's up to it right now. You're the captain here, for God's sake, you know I have to go." Not the defensive type, he knew this time was different and tried to change tack. "I wouldn't have volunteered if I felt there was a good alternative."

"Really?" Her voice's volume was raising with each phrase, so he tried to affect an extra calm manner, "Really. Listen, I'll be--"

"You'll be nothing." She saw the look in his eyes as he kept searching for the right combination of words. "And stop trying to convince me. I know you've done missions like this, and I know you've always come out fine, but this is different. I can't lose you now. We can't lose you." She allowed her hand to drift over her still flat stomach. "You get that, right?"

"Of course I do." He closed his eyes and craned his neck. "You think I want to lose you? I'm coming back, Sar. You know I am."

"I know, I just… I'm worrying for two now, you know."

"Yeah." He couldn't hold back a thin smile, nodding. "Yeah." For several moments, they simply looked at each other. "Tell you what. If I don't come back alive, you can shoot me out an airlock." A laugh escaped her mouth before she could stifle it.



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With apologies to Pablo Neruda, a poem about our tech.

"Keeping Quiet"

Now we will count to twelve
and we will all disconnect.

For once on the face of the earth
let's not text in any language;
let's stop for one second
and not stare at phones so much.

It would be an exotic moment
without glare, without notifications;
we would all be together
in a sudden strangeness.

Hackers in their cold basements
would not harm companies
and the man gathering GIFs
would rub at his hurt eyes.

Those who prepare green missives,
missives with html, missives with selfies,
rants with no survivors,
would put on clean clothes
and walk about with their brothers
in the shade, writing nothing.

What I want should not be confused
with total disconnection.
Life is what it is about;
I want no truck with death.

If we were not so single-minded
about keeping our lives online,
and for once could click nothing,
perhaps a huge silence
might interrupt this sadness
of never understanding ourselves
and of threatening ourselves with death.
Perhaps the earth can teach us
as when meatspace seems dead
and later proves to be alive.

Now I'll count up to twelve
and you log off and I will go.

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Anybody use(d) this app? I'm fiddling around with weather apps, just because (tired of the usual suspects: Weather Channel, Yahoo, WeatherBug -- using & enjoying Weather Underground at the moment), and this one looks promising. Just thought I'd get some input before paying for it.

Ever tried. Ever failed. No matter.
Try Again. Fail again. Fail better.

(Samuel Beckett)

Good night, all.

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Kinda can't stop playing with #TypeDrummer  

Here's the best I've managed to do with my name so far:

(I'm no beat-master, obviously)
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