There seems to be an abnormal amount of high scoring hockey games this season or am I imagining things? 🏒
My experiment with the Podcasts app may be coming to an end sooner than expected. It doesn’t look like the search functionality works with private podcast feeds, making it impossible to search for episodes in the private feeds.
Conducting an experiment in which I replace Overcast with the default Podcasts app. The biggest pain so far is no feed import to Podcasts.
I really enjoyed Oppenheimer. Outstanding performances all around. 🍿
I’ve had a flat tire on my bike for a few weeks now. Things have been so busy in life and work that I haven’t had the time to get it fixed. I’m finally getting it fixed tomorrow and I cannot wait. I miss riding it for stress relief and all my errands.
I recently learned a lesson in kindness. It was an obvious lesson that I’ve learned a million times, but a reminder is always welcome and often needed. To give some backstory, I live in a condominium complex that has several elderly residents. I also work from home and have a dog. A quick walk around the complex and through the courtyard is always a nice break in the day. It gives me fresh air, lets my dog Spike expel some energy, and allows me to clear my head. I can’t tell you how many times a quick walk outside had completely changed my mood.
Over the last several years, I’ve learned to time my walks to avoid certain neighbors. I want to point out, I have no issues with my neighbors, there’s just some I prefer to talk to more than others. In the case of taking walks during the work day, I try to avoid being away from my desk for long periods of time, so it becomes necessary to avoid some of the more talkative neighbors. Jim was one of those neighbors.
I don’t know much about Jim, other than he was older, had cancer in his legs, lived alone, and loved dogs and old signs. His condo was covered with old garage-style signs. Every time he’d see me walking by he’d stop me to follow him back to his place so he could give Spike treats. It got to the point where if we were walking next to Jim’s building, Spike would look towards his door to see if maybe it was a treat day. Every time we’d visit, he’d ask if Spike remembered him.
There were some days where I didn’t have time to stop and talk to Jim. On those days, if I saw him out and he did not see me, I would purposely change my route to avoid him. I was never mean or rude to him, I just felt it would be easier to avoid him than tell him I didn’t have time for him that day, and there were many days where I’d be booked in meetings all day and the 10 minute breaks were all I had.
A couple of weeks go by with no sight of Jim. That’s not totally abnormal, but still sat in the back of my mind. Fast forward to this week. When talking to a neighbor, I jokingly (trust me, I regret this) said that I was going to take Spike for a walk and hoped that Jim wasn’t out so I could get back in time for the Blues game to start. That’s when I found out Jim died. That’s why he hadn’t been around in a couple of weeks.
All this week I’ve been feeling the guilt of those times I avoided Jim on my walks. Why did I have to avoid him? Couldn’t I have shown just a little more kindness and stopped by whenever he was out instead of avoiding him? He just wanted someone to talk to. Someone to remember him. Isn’t that what we all want? I’m sorry, Jim. Thank you for the reminder to do better.
I discovered a weird iOS/Messages bug. If you delete an unread message from the Messages app on one device you’ll still have a badge on other devices with no way to remove it unless you restore the deleted message and mark it as read.
These dudes are just nerds that never stopped cosplaying. It would be funny if it wasn’t so sad.
I’m doing a Psych rewatch and I forgot how good the writing on this show was. The jokes are so good.
The Max app is nothing but reality TV now. No wonder they are bleeding subscribers. It was once a good app/service.
To me that says it all about the journey I’ve been on as a Cardinal.
I started as this young guy who got sent home … because he just wasn’t ready.
Then I became a World Series champ … good arm, pitched well, barely knew a thing.
Then I became a champ again … but so much had changed from the time before. This time, I couldn’t use my arm to help the team — I couldn’t pitch at all. But I’d grown mature enough to help in other ways. For that second ring, I was ready. Ready to see the game outside of myself. Ready to be there for my teammates, like my teammates were for me. Source: Dear St. Louis by Adam Wainwright | The Players’ Tribune
It truly is the end of an era for the Cardinals. What a career Waino had and I’m happy he chose to make St. Louis his home for his career. Can’t wait to see (or hear) what he does next. I have no doubt he’ll be in a broadcast booth full time if he wants it.