On masks, face shields, and vaccines: humans becoming extraterrestrials

The image reminds me of extra-terrestrial aliens in space suits walking in an alien world that has some kind of toxic atmosphere.   These are humans.   This is no longer their planet.   They are temporarily stranded on this alien world and hope that science will bring in their rescue ships, probably in the form of some kind of consciousness upload into an Internet cloud.

Performance Obsession

In an earlier post, I described the idea that a job compensation may be something other than the salary or hourly rate.   I titled it as choosing a career instead of a salary and used as examples low-pay professions that attract many people because of the opportunity to directly help other people.   Since…

Diary entry for second week of June 2014

I’ve been slacking off on my objective for daily posts.   I have not run out of ideas.  Instead, I have been distracted for various reasons. I abandoned one post that I started earlier this week.   It started as a simple response to a motivational piece about constructively using anger to address life’s disappointment.…

Working at hypothesis-discovery

Earlier, I mentioned my goal of writing two posts per day.   I made this my goal after I noticed that is in fact what I had been doing.   There was part of the rhythm of the day.   In the morning, I would write something that generalized my work experience.   In the…

Permission to Innovate

In response to Wall Street Journal’s published opinion-piece The End of the Permissionless Web, I had mixed reactions. The title alone got my attention.   I read it as the encroachment of more regulation of what we can do with the Internet.    Although the article did address some specifics, they were not of the nature…

More thoughts on blogging

I was reading some blog or comments on some blog when I encountered a statement that bothered me.   It bothered me because it was spoke a truth and yet it hit close to home. In short, the message was how blogs die when the author starts obsessing on one topic.   The term die…

May already

I missed my evening blogging session yesterday.  I wish I could claim that I some excuse of a major distraction that kept me away from the computer.   To be honest, I spent the time staring at an empty editing pane not knowing what to write. It amazes me that another week is ending.  …